[DUEL] Fates call me back (Weupe & Nyimak)

[Syrius Lionwing]

He was back again. His first attempt to get in to the firekin hadn’t gone too well. He hadn’t been disappointed though. The lady he had caught had completely handed his tail to him. He felt though that it was fate that she had beaten him. He had hopped away to lick his wounds (not that she had left any marks, only bruises and sore muscles) but after a few days he dusted himself off and marched to the border once again.

Settling himself in to a casual sit, the pale male smiled before roaring, casting his voice as far as he could. He hoped she heard him, he hoped she was listening. He had a feeling he couldn’t become a part of the firekin unless he bested the lady whom had challenged him the first time. Hopefully, this time he would win.  

[Uta]

Nyimak was rarely far from the dueling grounds, or so she told herself. It wasn't because she was waiting to see that desert ghost again -- it was because if she wasn't hunting or otherwise preoccupied in the pride, she was looking for a fight! At least, that was the story... The stranger she had bested days prior had yet to make an appearance. In fact, she was just beginning to think him weak, and even perhaps a coward, when she heard his roar of challenge.

Quickly, the lioness got to her paws, and roared back. She was going to best this stranger again. She was going to make sure he knew what it took to be a true firekin. At least he had a thirst for battle -- even if she took off points for him waiting a few days to return.

Similarly, the lioness didn't hesitate. She pounced without a word, ready to begin. Unfortunately, her pounce landed her a bit short, so her swipe barely touched the lion. Well. Maybe she could save that -- surely, he would know she meant to do that. Yes. Clearly.

"You came back, ghost." It was hard to tell if she was pleased or disappointed.

Nyimak's Rolls
1. 2
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5.

Syrius Lionwing

 

[Syrius Lionwing]

Uta

Weupe grinned as she came towards him. He was glad she was here. He was glad his challenge had been heard by her again. Something in the back of his head told him that she had been waiting for him to come back. He appreciated that.

Of course there were no words between them though. Her instant leap, and luckily near miss let him catch his breath. He turned and swiped at her butt on the way past. His near miss made him chuckle. Rolling to one side he turned to smile at her.

“Did you miss me?” He smirked getting himself in to a bold stance ready to take on any charge she threw at him.  

[Uta]

Perhaps it was the near-swipe at her rump that threw off her stance; or maybe it was the white lion's insinuation that she had missed him, or even thought about him since their last encounter. The lioness bared her fangs in displeasure. "Please. Your last battle was hardly memorable. I'm almost disappointed you returned -- I wanted a real challenge." She huffed in irritation, and took another swipe at the lion as he passed.

Unfortunately, her aim was off, and her wipe meant she caught nothing but air. Still, the lioness had her pride. The duel was early yet, and neither one of them had managed a direct hit. Still, the lioness had to be on her guard. There was no telling what he'd do, and if she didn't step up her own game, she knew she this desert ghost would get the best of her.

Nyimak's Rolls
1. 2
2. 1
3.
4.
5.

Syrius Lionwing

 

[Syrius Lionwing]

He could feel her irritation rolling off her, it made him smile. Clearly his words had touched some nerve. Had she actually been thinking of him? Well he had just been throwing some banter her way, but it seemed she actually had.

His grin was short lived for while she missed his butt with her claws his own parry was less than effective and he managed only a glancing blow at her shoulder before he bounded backwards to put some distance between them. It seemed neither of them were hitting each other full on this time. Perhaps he had just gotten used to her movements since their last encounter? Well what ever the reason he hoped maybe this time she would let him in.

Weupe’s Rolls
1 : 1
2 : 2
3 : 2

Uta

 

[Uta]

Nyimak was frustrated as the fight wore on. She glared at the stranger who was sporting a smile, and watched as he put some distance between them. With her hackles raised, and a snarl on her face, the red lioness considered her options. She began to pace around the stranger, debating on whether or not she rushed in, and if so, did she swipe high, swipe low, or use her teeth.

On the one paw, the lion seemed determined to get into the pride. The fact that he was ready to battle after being defeated a few days prior was good. The Firekin were strong, and needed capable lions. On the other paw, she wasn't ready to just roll over and let this one in. No, he needed to prove himself to her and to the rest of the pride.

Nyimak wasn't known to go easy on others -- not even ghosts from the desert. With a snarl, she pounced, reaching out with her paw to land a solid swipe on the male! Ha! "This fight's not over yet, ghost!"

Nyimak's Rolls
1. 2
2. 1
3. 3
4.
5.

Syrius Lionwing

 

[Syrius Lionwing]

Uta

He liked it when she spoke, of course her words were hardly followed by anything pleasant. If anything her finally speaking saw him take a firm hit across his head. Though this sent him back a set or two, reeling, a little dazed, he managed to return a swipe. His paw felt her fur but he certainly didn’t land a hard hit.

“Right now I wish I was a ghost, then that hit wouldn’t have stung as much.” He grinned broadly, he wasn’t upset that he was being beaten, again, by this female. She was strong, powerful, worth his attention. Even if he didn’t manage to gain entry this time he would keep coming back to at least see this bewitching female.

And maybe he would learn from his mistakes and fight her to win. He took a careful step backwards, putting just a little distance between them, he could sense the end of this fight was nearing he just had to land one really good hit. He could still win this..maybe..

Weupe’s Rolls
1 : 1
2 : 2
3 : 2
4 : 2  

[Uta]

The lioness stared down at the lion who had retreated. On the one hand, part of Nyimak wasn't sure how to handle his banter. He seemed a lot more easy going than she was accustomed to -- did she admire him for rolling with the literal punches? Did she find it aggravating that he wasn't taking this more seriously? The maroon coated lioness took everything seriously...maybe too much. She'd been born serious, even as a young cub, and it had only gotten worse as she aged.

Well.

It wouldn't matter what she thought about this lion if she just got another couple of good hits on him. Without a word, she pounced, hoping to land a hit on him -- and finding that, much to her horror, she missed her target! Her paw hit nothing but air, and left her vulnerable to a counter-attack...
Nyimak's Rolls
1. 2
2. 1
3. 3
4. 1
5.

Syrius Lionwing

This'll be close! Let's see what he does!

 

[Syrius Lionwing]

The smile that rolled across his maw was more of a grin really. It seemed they were both a bit distracted today. He was most certainly distracted by her. Perhaps today would not be his day but at some point he would enter this pride and he would know her name. It was fate that such a serious female had come to battle him, he was certain of that, and the gods knew he wasn’t going to just give up and go home but her miss and the opportunity to counter attack, was lost.

He saw the opening before it even came, yet as he felt his paws lift to strike his pause left him without a target. He was definitely out of luck. The only way he could win this was if the lioness conceded defeat. Settling on his haunches the pale male smiled. Her next action would decide this battle and if she allowed him through her prides borders he wasn’t going to let her out of his sight.

Weupes Rolls :
1 : 1
2: 2
3 :2
4:2
5:1

Uta

*throws arms up* boy cannot catch a break XD! He looses again unless she rolls a 1.

 

[Uta]

The lionesses had braced herself for a hit -- she knew she had put herself in danger by her misplaced pounce -- and yet it didn't come! In fact, the lion seemed to hold back, or perhaps he had missed his own hit! Whirling on him, she reached out to give him one last swipe -- though she purposefully pulled her paw back so it too might only grace the ghost who had failed once more.

Though it had not been her best battle, she had still bested the stranger. She gave a flick of her tail and a snort. She wanted to give some biting response, but she was too disappointed. Though she was a victor, she knew well that she'd given him some openings he hadn't been able to take advantage of. "Brush up on your form, Ghost." It was almost an order, a gruff command.

If he wanted in, she needed more to work with. So it was, she turned her back, and began to pace away.

Nyimak's Rolls
1. 2
2. 1
3. 3
4. 1
5. 2

Syrius Lionwing

Ahhh! Man, he really is not very lucky.... SORRY WEUPE!

 

[Syrius Lionwing]

Uta

I will set us up another one. She’s gotta lose at some point right? XD

Weupe took the last hit quietly, disappointed in himself though he lay for a moment in the sand and watched her walk away. “I’ll be back!” He called after her rolling to his paws and beating a slow retreat.

Ghost, she had said, he didn’t mind that name one bit. He would beat her eventually, even if it took him weeks, he just had to win against her to gain entry to the firekin. There was no other way he could win. The fates had fetched him here and she was his point of entry.