[DUEL] Two Against One? Not Quite! (Na'be & Vaska + Slava)

[Seaki]

The twins were wandering along the edges of the pride, looking for a challenge. Sometimes the other shield maidens or reavers would hang out along the edges for duels - against incoming outsiders, or against one another. Slava walked close to her brother's side, looking intently for any challengers that might approach.

She was still sore from her previous duel - one that Vaska had sat out, but she did enjoy the entertainment of watching her brother fight. Sometimes it was easy to tease and taunt him into winning. He'd been getting out of shape, lately, and this was a good way to get him back in shape for the next Viking they would go out onto together.

So this fight, however would come up, would be Vaska's fight.  

[Baneful]

Na’Be lived a life where he was never very sure where he was or why he was there. One moment he was in the Pridelands, safe and happy with his grown up children and plentiful food and the next he was far from home with no idea how he’d gotten there. He was aware of his other persona’s existence through the testimony of others, but beyond that he had no idea what he was like or what he did, just that he’d woken up more than once beaten up or in the company of strange lionesses without much handle on what had led to that point. It was safe to assume he was both violent and a womaniser. He called himself Red.

That particular day he wasn’t sure where he was either, as usual fraught with images of strange things and futures which might never actually be as he tried to cope with orienting himself back in the direction of the pridelands. It took most of the afternoon, taking stock of his surroundings and what was real or wasn’t, and it was when he lay down to nap that Red woke back up.

Red never wondered about where he was, unbothered by visions, he was a creature of cruel intent and purpose, stalking through the borders of other people’s lands in search of some kind of sport. When he spotted the two lions, he didn’t recognise them at all, but felt like it would be entertaining to hassle them. You couldn’t beat a good fight, and both of them even from a distance looked seasoned. Red himself was scarred across his back from run ins with his father and he moved with the callous ease of someone who was always itching for some kind of carnal pleasure or another.

Stepping boldly into view, he curled his tail at his heels. “Think you have the mettle to drive me out?”  

[Seaki]

Slava was pleased when a challenger approached, she bumped shoulders with her brother, and grinned. The challenger looked battle worn, and Slava knew her brother was in for a fight. If she hadn't already promised her brother a fight, she would have taken this one herself .


"We'll find out, won't we?" She laughed. She hung back as Vaska stepped forward to accept the challenge. He didn't speak for the challenge to start, Slava did enough of that from the sidelines.


"Begin when you're ready." Slava said as she settled to watch.

Baneful

 

[Baneful]

Red felt the adrenaline thrum in his veins as the lions seemed to agree to a fight and not even just that, a /fair/ fight. He’d have fought them both, even with the odds stacked against him. He didn’t fear death, fear belonged to Na, not him, there was no terror in the shade for him, only the wild steadily increasing heart rate of the present.

Tensing his muscles, Red snapped into action like a steel trap the moment Slava declared combat open, snarling somewhere low in his chest.

He fought like a lion gone mad, forgoing strategy and care, the typical cunning back and forth of combat, in favour of an almost feverish brutality. He was instantly willing to put himself in harms way to land a blow, showing little concern for himself, only for a rabid fixation on victory.

Seaki

 

[Seaki]

Vaska saw something snap in the other lion as soon as Slava declared the battle. He suddenly felt like this was not a good idea - those with a strategy could be predicted, but those who just came forth with all the passion and anger they could gather were dangerous.

He snarled back, and prepared himself for the attack. The best he could do with the first blow would be to minimize as much damage to himself as possible before attacking himself. The challenger's blow struck him, and he felt it break skin. It stung, but he pushed forward, aiming his own strike towards the other.

Baneful