“But what about Kiuma?” one of the more critical guards noted, voicing Anana's concerns as well.

“She has been relieved of her command and has henceforth no authority whatsoever over you. You answer only to me.”

“Yeah yeah, but when is Kiuma coming back? What's going on?” the suspicious hyena replied, pretty much ignoring the previous answer altogether.

“Miss Kiuma won't be coming back, that's all I can say to you now. Further briefing will follow when you are relieved; these matters do not concern the detainees,” the Graymane reported.

“What?” some of the guards exclaimed, and Anana with them: the only one to have shown her any compassion since the end of the Battle of Priderock snatched away from her already? That must've hit pretty hard on the young lioness. But things were soon to get worse. While the remaining Graymane questioned the other guards as to why Anana had been separated from the rest of the lion pride, the young lioness could just catch a glimpse of Kiuma as she left the cave, followed by her two escorts.
As Kiuma walked out, she was for an instance confused as to her own whereabouts: she still wasn't quite used to the Priderock-complex. She slowed her pace to be able to talk to the two Graymanes trailing her.

“You wouldn't want to tell me what this is all about, would you?” she asked a bit wary, but in stead of getting a response she was just pushed ahead.

“Hey, what gives?” Kiuma asked in indignation at the rude treatment to befall her, when she suddenly spotted Kali below, walking in the middle of the small plaza just below the Rock. She had an escort of three Graymanes accompanying her. It was at that point that Kiuma felt her stomach turning: inside, she already knew what was going on, but her mind just wasn't ready to accept it yet. Until she looked up to the cave above her, the one just before the Rock. She spotted four other hyenas walking on the trail towards it: three females and one smaller male. She immediately recognized Shetani because of her awkward manes; she reasoned the other two females were thus probably Graymanes as well. But that male walking in front of them... suddenly, he turned his head and for the blink of an eye, looked straight at Kiuma, who recognized him instantly. If it hadn't been for her fur, she would have turned as pale as the moon that shone above her head: up on that trail strode Vincent. She just couldn't believe it, it just couldn't be! It shouldn't be! What was it, a phantom, a demon, a Spirit? But when Vincent briefly cast a vicious, ghastly grin at her, Kiuma instantly knew it was him. And she immediately figured why they had come get her from the detainee-cave as well: Vincent had somehow escaped all attempts at his life and had now returned alive and well; the time for his wrath upon those that had tried to kill him was now at hand. Still seeing his evil grin before her, Kiuma was convinced she wouldn't even live to see the next sunrise. So, in a rush of panic, she did the only thing she could in the given situation, the only thing she could think of in a rush of adrenaline: she ran, ran for her life, for all she had, against all odds.
With surprising agility, she jumped back, turned around and raced past her escort, trying to make it to the plaza and eventually down the ramp that connected the Priderock-complex to the rest of the Pridelands. Where she'd be going from there... quite frankly she didn't even expect to make it that far. And those low expectations proved formidably accurate: the two Graymanes stalking her had been expecting a desperate attempt at an outbreak, and had already braced themselves just in case. That, combined with their superior condition and physique (an inherent part of being a Graymane), meant the chase was over almost as swiftly as it had started: in a barrage of castyle="text-align: justify;"> 

“What?” some of the guards exclaimed, and Anana with them: the only one to have shown her any compassion since the end of the Battle of Priderock snatched away from her already? That must've hit pretty hard on the young lioness. But things were soon to get worse. While the remaining Graymane questioned the other guards as to why Anana had been separated from the rest of the lion pride, the young lioness could just catch a glimpse of Kiuma as she left the cave, followed by her two escorts.
As Kiuma walked out, she was for an instance confused as to her own whereabouts: she still wasn't quite used to the Priderock-complex. She slowed her pace to be able to talk to the two Graymanes trailing her.

“You wouldn't want to tell me what this is all about, would you?” she asked a bit wary, but in stead of getting a response she was just pushed ahead.

“Hey, what gives?” Kiuma asked in indignation at the rude treatment to befall her, when she suddenly spotted Kali below, walking in the middle of the small plaza just below the Rock. She had an escort of three Graymanes accompanying her. It was at that point that Kiuma felt her stomach turning: inside, she already knew what was going on, but her mind just wasn't ready to accept it yet. Until she looked up to the cave above her, the one just before the Rock. She spotted four other hyenas walking on the trail towards it: three females and one smaller male. She immediately recognized Shetani because of her awkward manes; she reasoned the other two females were thus probably Graymanes as well. But that male walking in front of them... suddenly, he turned his head and for the blink of an eye, looked straight at Kiuma, who recognized him instantly. If it hadn't been for her fur, she would have turned as pale as the moon that shone above her head: up on that trail strode Vincent. She just couldn't believe it, it just couldn't be! It shouldn't be! What was it, a phantom, a demon, a Spirit? But when Vincent briefly cast a vicious, ghastly grin at her, Kiuma instantly knew it was him. And she immediately figured why they had come get her from the detainee-cave as ckles and whoops, Kiuma crashed down on the ground with her two opponents on top of her. Although her situation could only be described as hopeless, and notwithstanding the fact that the Graymanes tried to pacify her with only minimal use of force, Kiuma still resisted fiercely, convinced her life depended on it. She tried fighting her way out, in spite of the overwhelming force her opponents presented. And if one is faced with an opponent who is cornered and fighting for his or her life, one cannot but act likewise to preserve ones self. The two Graymanes, finding themselves in such a position, quickly reverted to the use of excessive force to quell their rebellious target. This in turn prompted even more violent behavior from Kiuma, who was now sure they were out to kill her. That's what they call a downwards spiral of violence. The fight went on for a couple of seconds, continuously intensifying, until, suddenly, before anyone had had the time to intervene, a bone-chilling scream echoed across the plaza. The two Graymanes let go of their target and backed off. It wasn't really clear what had invoked that one particular scream of Kiuma (as she was covered in all sorts of wounds all over her now mangled body), but whatever it was, it had broken her resistance thoroughly: she now lay groaning and panting on the dusty rocks, more dead than alive. The Graymanes were relatively unhurt, save for some nasty bites on their paws: one of them now limped. Kiuma wasn't a match for them, obviously. They looked a bit shocked at their own deadly efficiency, and were not sure what to do now. Kali, who had seen the tragedy unfold, decided to abort her own escape plan, as she would otherwise most likely have met the same fate. One of Kali's captors seemed to have been somehow what in charge and signaled the Graymanes standing near Kiuma to proceed as ordered. Taking that order pretty literally, the two then decided to grab Kiuma by the front-paws and drag her towards the Rock. In doing so, they left a faint trail of blood. As Kiuma was dragged towards the Rock, she passed the entrance of the cave in which the lionesses were held captive. Anana, who had been listening to the sounds outside with ever increasing worry, let loose a single scream of disbelief as she saw the mangled Kiuma. Kani, in what probably surpassed all her previous heartless comments, intentionally voiced the feelings Anana had at the time.

“Gee, seems like we ain't the only ones you're betraying: everyone of them scavengers you put your filthy paws on seems to end up...” Kani chuckled.

“Kani, please!” Nala interrupted angrily, now unable to further hide her compassion with the young Outlander called Anana, “You pride yourself in being a Pridelander, than for the Kings' sake, act like one!”

Kani looked upon her queen not much differently then she would look at a hyena, or Anana.

“A Pridelander does not stand by idly as treason spreads all around her... and a Pridelander does not surrender just surrender her pride, her land and her king...” she sneered.

Nala wasn't sure whether she should respond by smacking Kani in the face, or by responding in words. Kani definitely expected a beating, that Nala could tell by the defiant look in the lioness' eyes.

“I'm not going to hit a cripple,” Nala grumbled, obviously disappointing the worked up Kani “But don't you ever take that tone in talking to me again, got it? You speak of land, pride and king... I'll tell you what our pride is: the cubs, they are our pride, they make up it's present and future. To abandon them would be to abandon the pride,