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Phlegyas had already lost a challenge trying to gain entry, underestimating a slim but well-muscled female. He would not make that mistake ever again. His ears perked in the direction of the roar and his feet followed. He loped to the source and found a young, black and red male. He wouldn't let the boy's youth trick him into taking it easy on the lion.

He roared back. He had been the heir of a pride, his mother's goddess blood coursed through him. He was unstoppable.

"I challenge you, Reaver!"

Phlegyas dogged the lion's pounce easily. He was grazed, but not even by the claws. A weakling. He was new to this, clearly. Undisciplined. Well, Phlegyas didn't mind teaching him a thing or two. He lunged and latched onto the male by the back of his neck with his fangs and shook him violently. His size was a huge advantage on the male calling himself Hroovitnir. He let go of the male and stood his ground.

"You may call me Phlegyas. I am the son of a king and a goddess. You had best take this more seriously, boy."

Well this was going much, much better than his last challenge had gone. His pride still stung to think about it, but he must focus his mind on the now and not having a vision.

Phlegyas was barely swiped again, this was almost too easy. He dodged the male's lunge and returned it with a swipe of his own, mighty paw. This wasn't as hard of a blow as his first one. Maybe he felt somewhat bad for this limping fellow, but a fight was a fight. The kid would have to learn how to fight sometime. He'd taught his daughters, even the ones he had with Aneesia, the ones his old pride said were slaves. Who had slacked with this kid? Disgraceful.

He stood in place, waiting for Hroovitnir's next attack and he raised an eyebrow.

"Well?"

From his back, he wasn't defenseless. Phlegyas used his strong hind legs to kick Hroovitnir and felled his opponent, too. This was still such an easy fight. Every single one of the battles he'd fought to rule the Aikanaro'hini had been life-threatening. He was glad, now, that he had't been stuck in that place, there was no future for him in the pride of demons. But he had potential here. He just had to get in, first. And he was so close he could taste it. Only a few more blows and that should do it.

Phlegyas almost felt bad for the male. But just only almost. He felt his own blood run down his face, but he shrugged it off. The blow had done so little to him. He was all the closer to getting his family into the pride. Delphi, Aneesia, Phleesia and Megaera were all counting on him. He shoved the male back, hardly an attack, and Hroovitnir rolled back again. Phlegyas sighed. Could they just call this over already??

The massive purple lion walked around the fallen reaver.

"Ready to quit yet? I don't want to have to hurt you further. Actually, I wonder if I may have hurt you too much already..."

Phlegyas shrugged. He would do as the male said if not for how bad it would look on him to have gotten into the pride by killing some young adult. He didn't think they were really into that. He would just put the male down so hard he wouldn't be able to get up. Then he would walk on into the Stormborn as it's newest pride member. He tensed his haunches and launched himself at Hroovitnir, knocking the lion into the jagged stony terrain behind him. The black lion hit his head and was knocked out.

Phlegyas tilted his head and poked at the male. Well, he wasn't dead. He'd learn there was much more to fighting, maybe do better in his next duel. But Phlegyas had things to do. He had to make his joining official, and get his daughters and mate (would she be his salt-wife now?) in as well by claiming them as family. He was much better at fighting than bureaucracy, but oh well. Rules were rules.