Deception ~ [Rade]

Sebastian Rothul

How he could have run out of steam so quickly that she was able to keep him from rising by simply sitting atop him, he might never know. It was embarrassing is what it was he thought as she had moved an arm up to block his lifeless punch. Where was his fire? Where was his skill? How could he have been so undone by this scrawny little thing; and so quickly as well?

Letting his anger get the best of him had proven to be a tactically catastrophic error. But he was one to learn from his mistakes, and this was by no means one he was anxious to repeat. The next time they met each other like this, things would be far different. He could only be thankful neither of them had any weapon but their fists. Anything else and it would have been less pretty than it already was.

"Damn right I do, and don't you forget it." was her reply. Sweating, she brought her clenched hand up, punching his arm hard while she glared at him. The blood gushing from his nose had slowed down to a trickle, though it still had yet to staunch.Deciding to inject a little humor into the situation he grinned at her." Big bad lionedd, you coud alwayd suredder."

[Attacks Zanita; unarmed]
[dice=200+5000]
-- Block -- 0.0 damage
She batted his arm away again, and he rolled his un-swollen eye in annoyance."Did you tradfer from Didridt two or domeding? Thid id ridiculod"

Sebastian Rothul

"And here I thought you could fight!" she teased. Though he rolled his eye again, he had to agree. This wasn't an accurate representation of his skills, nor could this altercation even be called a fight. It was more a sound thumping of his backside; even if he felt his pride was injured the most severely. Zanita's fist came crashing down again, and he moved a hand to intercept it, earning a dark bruise on his wrist as he did so. "Are you ready to give up or do I need to hit you a few more times?" Sebastian adopted a mock thoughtful look."Oh, but I wad doooo enjobing dis."Some part of him knew he was going to lose consciousness soon, but he was wasn't going to give up. At least... not yet.

[dice=200+5000]
Miss 0.0
The girl leaned back as he threw his fist, and it landed in the grass beneath them with a soft thump as he sighed."Tell me someding. How id it dat you can dodde me when you are ditting adtide me?"

For the boy named Sebastian Rothul, the sight of his lioness, his partner in whatever it was they decided to do( It varied from day to day to be perfectly honest) sitting astride of his chest after having savagely beat him near senseless gave him time to reflect. What was he that he could so easily come undone in her hands? The damage was by no means permanent; in a week or two he'd be as right as rain. Though he was certain a few minutes from now he was sure to slip into the bittersweet embrace of un-sleep. It wouldn't be very pleasant, and he was sure to feel the after-effects when he awoke .

This encounter had taught him a valuable lesson. Always throw the first punch. it fit in with his line of thinking anyway, and that was to always keep the upper hand; Something he had failed to do in every capacity here, because he had foolishly let his temper get the best of him. Now that he thought about it, the best thing he could have done in this situation was find the knife she had swatted away and continued running after Kovu. Her lips touched the tip of his nose, shooting a fresh stab of pain throughout his face." Talent? I hope you know I wad only going eady on you cause you're a girl." Staring at her bemused, he laughed a little before bringing his fist up without warning.

[dice=200+5000]
-- Broken Nose -- 5.5 damage

His fist slammed into the middle of her face, and there was a crunch as her nose moved slightly out of place, showering him with warm blood as it spattered his shirt, his arms, and his face."Oh look,"he said in surprise," Our fadeds matdch."