There was a long silence between the two, both trying to stare each other down. However, none showed so much as a twitch of the brow.
"I'll only ask you once again," Sengalo said in a low tone, "will you help her?" His patience with this lion was wearing thin. Even if Sengalo was in no condition to fight, his naturally violent persona ordered him otherwise. His slender muzzle twisted greatly into a grimace, Sengalo gave a warning growl from pursed lips. His already small pupils began to contract more, his anger rising.
For a fleeting moment, Sengalo thought he saw a pang of sympathy in the other lion's eyes, but it was quickly dashed away. "No," he heard Loki say flatly, "it'll be the first rule that you'll have to learn out here: only the strongest survive."
"Don't lecture me with such trifling advice," Sengalo snapped, the raising of his voice hurting his throat. "I know what it's like," he continued with only a slightly calmer tone, "she, however..." He regarded a quick nod back to Siera. "Has lived a more privileged life," he finished, his voice close to a serpent's hiss.
Sengalo could hear the growl that came from Loki rise. "Then it'll just have to end," the red lion bellowed as he began to advance forward, "privileged or not, you're not welcome here!"
"Dammit," Sengalo cursed in such a soft voice; it was more like he mouthed it than said it. As the white maned lion charged, Sengalo braced himself by letting his sore legs become like weights beneath him. He should've chosen his words more wisely. Now, he was paying the price.
Sengalo suddenly felt a heavy paw slap hard at his left cheek. In such a frail state, he easily collapsed to the ground. Another blow was dealt, then another, and another. Black lips parted as Sengalo groaned out in both agony and anger, angry with both this opponent and that he couldn't muster up the energy to fight back. He was useless.
Then, just like that, the beating subsided. Had he died? No, the pain was still there. One lime green eye cracked open after the other, vision incredibly blurred. Sengalo huffed heavily, causing dust clouds to form around his muzzle. He was bruised in several places, nicks from claws here and there in his skin. Weary eyes stared with a hazy veil to just barely make out the form of Loki stalking toward a fair form lying not to far from himself.
"Siera..." Sengalo rasped, eyes growing wide, even though he was unable to see clearly. She was next. He was going to fail at keeping her safe. In her comatose state, this other lion would dispose of her in seconds. "No..." Sengalo muttered. No, he couldn't let that happen.
"Leave her out of this," he moaned, rolling to have his paws under him. Quaking furiously, Sengalo stood to his feet. "Leave her alone," he repeated, stumbling terribly as he tried to endure his own weight.
Loki only paused shortly to glance back at Sengalo out of the corner of his eye. He only gave a growl before turning back to close the gap between he and the fallen Siera.
Sengalo's words were futile to help her. No, he couldn't let this happen. He wouldn't. Sengalo's pain was becoming ignored, being replaced with a different sensation. It was building up inside him with each passing breath. It was all too familiar to him, but that didn't mean he could control it.
It was rage. [i]The[/i] rage.
The dark lion's head lowered considerably, his heavy panting developing into low growls. He could feel his heart rate increase drastically, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. His pupils had now contracted fully to their pinpoint size, making the eyes look all the more colder, all the more mindless.
"Leave... her..." he began to say between breaths, watching as Loki lifted his paw to give the first strike.
"ALONE," Sengalo finished, snarling before his sentence could even be finished. He felt a sudden burst of strength surge through him as he lunged forward. Where had this strength come from? He had nothing to gather it from. He cared not at this point. His only ideal now was to kill.
Fully extended, ebony claws dug into the flanks of Loki. With a mighty yank, Sengalo threw both himself and the other lion to the ground. Both tussled for a few moments, neither getting the upper hand. Sengalo fought vigorously, though he finally became pinned under Loki's weight. He roared directly into the other's face, kicking viciously at the white maned lion's stomach. Loki swatted him across the face, then whipped his head down for a bite. Sengalo tried to hold him back with his forepaws, but he felt fangs tear at his hooked nose. He felt the thin flesh between his nostrils and his upper lip shred as he ripped himself away from Loki before he could grab hold any more.
Sengalo reeled his head to his left, clamping down on the nearest thing he could find: Loki's paws. The lion howled as Sengalo put a death hold on the wrist. Loki quickly took himself off of Sengalo, tugging uselessly to release himself. Staggering to his feet with the other's paw still between his jaws, Sengalo, finally got his opponent to fall to the ground with a mighty thud. Loki cried out again. Sengalo yanked hard at the limb, causing Loki to slide onto his back. Again, another roar of searing pain came from the white maned one.
Finally, Sengalo released his death grip. Fresh blood, both his and Loki's, stained his maw as he glowered down at his fallen opponent. Loki only stared back up with wide, disbelieving eyes as he was now rendered just as helpless as Sengalo was moments before.
"Only the strongest survive," came the blackened words of the equally dark lion. With narrowed eyes, Sengalo turned away from Loki. The other lion dared not move, thoroughly winded as he lied his head into the sand. Was he going to die? Only if he lost the will to hang on to life.
Sengalo approached where Siera still lied. Each step unmasked this strong, merciless assassin to the weak, near-death lion from before. He halted to stand over Siera, panting heavily as a fresh river of blood trickled down from his left nostril. Pink tongue flicked once in and out of Sengalo's mouth to mend the wound that would more than likely leave another scar on the lion. Eyes robbed of their coldness stared wearily down at Siera, examining her tired form.
"Siera," Sengalo said softly, trying to change his harsh voice back to a more calming one, "Siera, get up. We're almost there. Please, get up." He lowered his head down to her, nudging the fair female's cheek with his bloodied maw. It left a small patch of crimson to stain her delicate beauty, but Sengalo paid no mind. Hopefully, Siera would hear him.
((Hope you don't mind how I played Loki, Loki. Don't worry, he's not dead, just kinda beat up. ._.))