any noise.” Ordered older lioness and she steeped ahead.

From forest emerged several silhouettes, but Rama wasn’t sure if she stopped all attackers. They were going in one unit, only leader came on front. Then – completely leaving his camouflage, called with calm, yet strong voice.

foes.

“I guess you decided to drop all formalities.” Added one-eyed lion. “But what makes you so scared? Don’t want you to talk?”

He made few steps ahead, finally leaving grasses and entering the clearing. Only five metres divided Desertlandress and trespasser. Other lions stopped exactly on edge of glade, waiting for leader’s moves. Rama was looking on that with amazement, because all actions suggested that rogues wanted to talk.

“What the heck!?” gasped Dhalimu. “False alarm!?” But then he noticed one-eyed wanderer. “Step back, or die!” called into night.

“I’m curious, who are you.” Said Shababu. “I don’t need your name, just I want to know what for you interfere in our business. You are not of this pride… or you want to be?” smiled attacker. “You look like a rogue yourself… maybe you decided that it is high time to settle down? Tell me, is king already dead? Has he… an accident?”

“Leave, whoever you are.” Replied white lion. “You won’t scare us, so you will have to fight for land. Are you ready to die for it?”

“I wanted to ask you the very same question.” Smiled one-eyed.

Meanwhile Sparthi and Bonde stopped next to Dhalimu, measuring enemies with careful stares. It was two hours after midnight and although moon was new, but stars alone gave enough light to see clearly on the glare. Yet still bushes was covered in darkness and none of defenders couldn’t tell how many rogues were there. Rama was commanding High Lionesses.

“Watch your space. Most likely they are coming from sides.”

“And who are you?” asked rogue leader, looking on Sparthi. “Usurper’s son? How sweet and charming. You killed local king for the great glory of your family.”

“Kilele is rightful ruler of this land.” Said sandymaned with decisive voice. “We are guarding his rights and assisting his pride. You have no chance to make us retreat.”

“I see a slope behind you. I don’t want to make you retreat.  I wish to make a deal or kill every singe of you.” He made another step and Sparthi barely repressed want to pounce on him - the enemy was in range of jump.

Meanwhile remaining rogues just waited in shades of bushes. There was no sophisticated setup – Shababu had gone on his own, just suggesting that he ordered his companions to attack from side or from behind. Gerge leader hoped that lionesses nerves would cause the panic and random charge in darkness. But even without that, plan was simple. They were waiting for an error of defenders or for chief’s order. The only mission of that strike was to would or kill lioness or two and draw back. Rogues had no reason to be hurry.

“That is Zira.” Whispered Sukari. Looking on golden furred on clearing. She barely recognised cub he saw year earlier, but when he made sure that was the same person, some strange feeling sprouted in his heart. He felt that it went very, very wrong – he didn’t want to attack that pride. “Hey, Keme…” called brownfurred into darkness, but older lion didn’t hear him, preparing himself for charge.

“So, what it could be?” asked Shababau, almost coming to Dhamilu, Sparthi and Zira (who stoppoNormal">He made few steps ahead, finally leaving grasses and entering the clearing. Only five metres divided Desertlandress and trespasser. Other lions stopped exactly on edge of glade, waiting for leader’s moves. Rama was looking on that with amazement, because all actions suggested that rogues wanted to talk.

“What the heck!?” gasped Dhalimu. “False alarm!?” But then he noticed one-eyed wanderer. “Step back, or die!” called into night.

“I’m curious, who are you.” Said Shababu. “I don’t need your name, just I want to know what for you interfere in our business. You are not of this pride… or you want to be?” smiled attacker. “You look like a rogue yourself… maybe you decided that it is high time to settle down? Tell me, is king already dead? Has he… an accident?”

“Leave, whoever you are.” Replied white lion. “You won’t scare us, so you will have to fight for land. Are you ready to die for it?”

“I wanted to ask you the very same question.” Smiled one-eyed.

Meanwhile Sparthi and Bonde stopped next to Dhalimu, measuring enemies with careful stares. It was two hours after midnight and although moon was new, but stars alone gave enough light to see clearly on the glare. Yet still bushes was covered in darkness and none of defenders couldn’t tell how many rogues were there. Rama was commanding High Lionesses.

“Watch your space. Most likely they are coming from sides.”

“And who are you?” asked rogue leader, looking on Sparthi. “Usurper’s son? How sweet and charming. You killed local king for the great glory of your family.”

“Kilele is rightful ruler of this land.” Said sandymaned with decisive voice. “We are guarding his rights and assisting his pride. You have no chance to make us retreat.”

“I see a slope behind you. I don’t want to make you retreat.  I wish to make a deal or kill every singe of you.” He made another step and Sparthi barely repressed want to pounce on him - the enemy was in range of jump.

Meanwhile remaining rogues just waited in shades of bushes. There was no sophisticated setup – Shababu had gone on his own, just suggesting that he ordered his companions to attack from side or from behind. Gerge leader hoped that lionesses nerves would cause the panic and random charge in darkness. But even without that, plan was simple. They were waiting for an error of defenders or for chief’s order. The only mission of that strike was to would or kill lioness or two and draw back. Rogues had no reason to be hurry.

“That is Zira.” Whispered Sukari. Looking on golden furred on clearing. She barely recognised cub he saw year earlier, but when he made sure that was the same person, some strange feeling sprouted in his heart. He felt that it ed next to brother, covering his left side). “We will talk, or you stay in your heroic madness? That is not your fight.”

“Report!” called white lion to Bonde, commanding local lionesses.

“Clear at sides, sir!” replied lioness.

“I sense you are bluffing.” Smiled Dhalimu. “There is no second team, sneaking to us from behind. You are just scaring us.”

“Yes and no.” replied one-eyes. “In fact there is no backstabbing team. But when I noticed that you are brain of that pity lot and defence is based on your idea, I came to conclusion that I could take you down and win this easily.”

“But what was about that <no>?” asked Dhalimu, a little confused.

“I’m not scaring you.” Explained enemy. “And there is no trick, except of that one, the easiest…” white lion stepped ahead, bending his head down, as Shababu kneeled. Rogue continued with quiet voice. “About you… You uncovered perfectly to cut you down in one blow!”

He finished with roar and rushed ahead. It was almost impossible, but old and experienced warrior as Dhalimu allowed enemy to surprise him. In moment when one-eyed attacked he was in very uncomfortable position, unable to react quick enough. Rogue leader sprang ahead with extended claws, aiming at neck of white adversary. But then came a player that no one expected to join. Zira pounced in the air even before Shababu did and grabbed enemy’s paw.

Lions don’t use advanced match and physics. But simple rule that energy is a product of half of mass and square of speed was intuitively know to Zira. She was much lighter than giant lion, but she knew she could be almost as efficient – the only requirement that she was moving fast. Her instant charge couldn’t stop serious momentous of enemy, but blow of kinetic energy delivered directly to head of rogue almost squashed his spine and pushed his out of the trajectory.

“Zira!” called terrified Sparthi, seeing as his sister falls down, in wrestling embrace with Shababu.

Dhalimu regained his cold blood. He allowed Sparthi to engage rogue leader, but he stayed in place. He knew that it was just a signal for rest of party to attack. And in fact – from grasses emerged silhouettes of lions, running in tight line to defenders. They wanted to pass their leader by, but white lion attacked nearest opponent, making a break in formation.

“King!” roared Shababu. “Kill the king!” and grabbed Zira’s throat with single paw.

Sparthi plunged his teeth into limb of enemy. He clenched his jaws with all might he had and he felt one of this fangs reaching bone. In next second came a terrible blow into his head, because pain didn’t stopped Shababu – it only enraged him even more. Young lion was thrown aside (with some of enemy’s fur and meat in mouth) and rolled several times. He was on the edge of consciousness and he failed to regain initiative before one-eyed struck again.

That blow would be deadly one, but it was intercepted before reached sandymaned’s head. Zira bit leader’s paw and simply pulled it down with all her mass. Shababu lost his balance and fell down on Zira. Sparthi was still confused, he even hadn’t regained his clear vision, but he frantically rushed in direction of enemy. Slappio:p>

“Clear at sides, sir!” replied lioness.

“I sense you are bluffing.” Smiled Dhalimu. “There is no second team, sneaking to us from behind. You are just scaring us.”

“Yes and no.” replied one-eyes. “In fact there is no backstabbing team. But when I noticed that you are brain of that pity lot and defence is based on your idea, I came to conclusion that I could take you down and win this easily.”

“But what was about that <no>?” asked Dhalimu, a little confused.

“I’m not scaring you.” Explained enemy. “And there is no trick, except of that one, the easiest…” white lion stepped ahead,

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