“Ya know the shit you’re spatin?” The lion roared, to his hench-monster. “Ya wait I’ll fuck you up.”


    It began to move forward, as the tiger clanked its paw at its broadsword.


    “Ya idiot cat! See that lord’s stand, he not scared shit of us.” The tiger spat, looking at the lion. And from the crowd beside the tiger, an old cat rubbed its beard, and meowed, “True, mi lord. Never seen such a… classy dialect. His snake whispers… he is truly the best.”


    “Old man,” the sickle-handed, cricket monster beside him spoke up, “is ya saying he’s a ranger from tower?”


    The cat purred, as it glared back at the cricket and slowly nodded. The whole crowd gasped.


    <i>What are these idiots? Did becoming animals eat their brain? </i>Ryder glared at the tiger, and the lion, his hands inside the pockets of his polyester trousers. <i>If I have to, I’ll fight this lionhead. It seems easier to defeat. I can act like I am not struggling. It looks stupid as fuck.</i>


    “Hey, Lion” Ryder said, as the tongue was becoming better in control, “and s-you all! Why aren’t s-you all kneeling?”


    <i>Okay… now the lion might attack, be ready. </i>Ryder glared at the lion, who was standing upright in its wideass stance. Its eyes flickered to his group, which was whispering in themselves, their hands relaxed. They clearly weren’t ready to attack. Its eyes shifted to the tiger, and it was holding its sword, but it knew they’d both die than help each other out.


    “Sir,” It slouched slightly, looking at Ryder, “Why ya… only taking my name? This cat don’t believe you.” It pointed its large paws at the tiger. Ryder followed, and his gaze shifted to the tiger.


    “‘Cause -s s- you are ss-stronger, Lion.” Ryder replied, both his eyes shifting between both of them. His right eye giving him a constant scan of the black world, and no color was moving – only twitching in their places like they always did.


    Hearing the words, a smirk tugged at the lion''s face, as it glanced at the tiger. Tiger didn’t turn, but its whiskers twitched. It lifted its sword forward, pointing at Ryder, and said, “Sir, Ya wrong. I ain’t weaker than this cat.”


    <i>Great. </i>Ryder’s hissingly chuckled, as he looked at the tiger. “How would s-I know?” He took a casual step forward, and pointed his hand at the tiger, “Get this-s ss-sword off my face.” Then he gestured his hand to the lion, “Point s-it at that s-cat.”


    The lion stepped forward, punching its hand together. “Do ya mean a fight, Sir?”


    Ryder clicked his fingers, “S-Yes! And s-I will be the s-judge.” Half his tongue slithered out like a snake, amid his fierce teeth. A smirk tugging at his half-lips. “Whoever dies loses-ss!”


    The old cat from the tiger’s group shouted, “What wise decision!”


    A young cat from the lion''s group whispered, “It is?” When, the tailed monster from the group, shushed it. “Ya wanna get minced? He will tear yar limbs out, idiot!” And then, it turned to the Ryder, who was standing in the middle, and began to clap. “Yo! Woho!” As he turned back and whispered, “Clap ya idiots!”


    Seeing the tailed monster’s dedication, the lion’s group slowly began to clap. Following suit, the old cat began a wave of clap from the tiger’s group. Soon, they began howling, cheering, and soon they started tossing pebbles up, which landed on their own heads.


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    Ryder calmly watched them. <i>It''s an animal culture, I guess. </i>


    “I’ll trust ya then sir.” The tiger nodded at Ryder, as it swung its sword in its hand, moving towards the lion. The lion turned to his squad, and roared, “Ya, birdie, throw me yar sword.”


    The blue-winged monster twisted its shoulder, holding the sword, and flung it towards the lion. It landed beside him, the lion picked it up, smirking. “Ya know, I’m itchin to taste ya.”


    “Aaauuuuh!” A wolf monster howled from the tiger’s group, and the fight had started. Lion instantly held up its curvy broadsword and leapt at the tiger. The tiger watched it for a beat, as it dodged the sword, as it landed on empty ground. It didn’t swing its sword, but just rushed at the lion’s chest with its heavy shoulders. The lion received the strike and staggered.


    The tiger immediately followed with a swing of his own broadsword. Lion leapt to the right, and dodged it. It swung its sword at the tiger’s neck, but it just stepped back, and the sword missed. Now both of their swords, dragging in the mud, they circled – glaring at each other.


    A young, rat-faced monster squeaked from the crowd, “Kill him, Boss!” As the other followed in progression, “Kill that lion!” And the lion squad joined in, “Fuck that tiger, Boss!”


    Soon, the ground was squeaking, howling, purring, crying, one and only one word, “Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!”


    The lion roared, as it charged, pulling its sword up. The tiger, too, projected its sword from the back, and both of their swords clinked. Their canines appeared out of their lips, their teeth gnashing, and muscles flexing in their bare chest. “Aaah!” They both shouted, as the white energy enveloped them in the black world. None of them, moving away, they feet at the muddy ground, clawing inside to hold their stand.


    <i>Fuck… they are strong. </i>Ryder casually walked, keeping an eye on the fight, taking glances. Then he gradually moved to the tiger’s group. The youngsters were howling and cheering, only the old cat noticed Ryder approaching and respectfully bowed.


    “Greet the ranger lord!” It shouted, but obviously, they were all too busy cheering for their boss. Ryder just raised a hand to him, and gestured to him to stop. He closed the distance, and whispered, “Old s-cat, s-you know, s-you have been s-chosen?”


    <i>Fuck, I am starting to hate speaking! What is this tongue?</i>


    The cat’s big eyes suddenly glistened, as it moved towards him, keeping its head down.


    “Sir, mi lord, I hear right?” It purred.


    Ryder moved forward, as he swung his hand around its shoulder, “ Of s-course, old s-cat.” Then, behind them, where the tiger and lion were fighting, a large boom resounded. The cat instinctively turned its head, but held it by its beard and pulled it back.


    “S-your boss is going to win anyway. Focus here.” Ryder said, as a wide grin appeared on the cat''s face. “Of course, ranger sir, of course. Our boss won’t lose. What you want, sir?”


    Ryder gave it a side glance, as he chuckled, “haha-ss-ha-ss!” Then he suddenly paused, “Do s-you know about the one s-hit to ss-sleep?” The cat’s eyebrows scrunched up, its nose tensed, as it rolled a hand over its beard, “Sir…” It looked towards Ryder, “No, ranger sir, I have never heard of such a wonder.”


    An awkward smile, tugged at Ryder’s half lips, “Me neither.” And he clutched the cat’s neck from the side, with his forearm, and pulling it towards him, he poked the back of its neck.


    <i>I hope I remembered it right. </i>


    The old cat didn''t let out a whimper, and crashed out on his hand. Ryder noted from his black world that all the colors were dancing in their places, watching the fight. And by the looks of it, the fight was still going fierce. He picked up at the cat in its hands, and made a run for it.


    In the fight, the tiger was pushed back by lion’s upfront strikes – cracks had appeared on its broadsword. Whereas, the lion’s sword appeared much unharmed.


    “Yo!” The bird from the tiger’s squad shouted, “Y’all that lion’s ass is cheatin.”


    A cat from the lion’s group retorted, “Yar cat is weak as fuck, idiot!”


    “I’ll cut yar ball out, you fuck!” The cricket clanked its sickle-hands.


    “I’ll fucking squash you from the sky.” The birdie from the lion’s group squeaked.


    “I’ll eat mince yar wings up before that ya fucker.” The tiger shouted. It was crouching on the ground, having taken a heavy strike, but the fight had paused from the heat surging up amongst the squads.


    “Ya quack, I’ll feed you to the dirks today.” The lion leapt at the tiger.


    “Yo fuckers, protect the boss!” The wolf howled from the tiger squad, as all of them took their weapons out, clenching their grips, and tensing their muscles. They dashed towards the lion.


    “Let’s fucking end these fuckers today!” The lion’s squad’s tailed monster squeaked, as they all brandished their weapons and ran to strike their heads off their body.