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In hindsight, this really was a poor decision. He made those rarely enough, but it seemed this was one of the times. His head cocked and brawny shoulders square, Johnny contemplated the scene in front of him. The church that was the Absum Lux camp was within eyesight, and he was coming to realize it was a poor decision to strut in there looking for a fight - they'd likely come at him from all sides, and it would be an unfair match. With a huff, the hulking rogue turned to stalk back where he came. The border was a long march from here, and until then he would be trespassing, but he could not care less.
"You enter my domain illegally and refuse to even say hello? I'm disappointed. " A voice echoed on the broken, gray skyscrapers of the ruined city as a nimble Bengal feline emerged from the one of the structures. Her hazel eyes drifted to the intruder with nothing short of a challenge. "I can't believe that rogues like you these days. Y'all have all this bravado whenever we find you, but then you lose it all whenever you're uncomfortable. " Her muscles were relaxed as they would be if she was talking to a close friend as she paced towards him. One way or another, his life had become her plaything, and she hoped he knew it.
He cast a measured glanced over the feline, disinterested. Her slight form, while it might make her quick, was fairly unimpressive; his own frame was broad, thick, and strong, large-breed blood running distant in his veins and filling him out beneath a long dark brown tabby coat. "It's not discomfort, miss, but boredom. I expected something far more from the colony of cats living in the old city... but then, you came so recently, I suppose I should not have guessed." He had stopped to wait for her to come near, but it was clear he did not take her for a threat. Her territory or not, he was in control.
Whoever this thing was, he clearly had some sort of superiority complex. Oh, how she hated those things. He had nothing to be proud of, yet he still thought of himself as above her. "Hmmm... you have less of a brain than thought. Bear with me. Look around you for just second." Her hazel gaze mocking swept their surroundings before returning to the large tom. "If you haven't noticed, there are plenty of places for my combatants to hide, pass on messages, so on and so forth all without you knowing a thing." She chuckled and turned away from him. "In layman's terms: I know everything that happens in my territory. You're lucky you aren't dead. I just so happened to want a plaything for today."
Johnny rolled his eyes. "You expect me to believe these cats spend their entire day hiding and cowering and watching strangers pass through their land? Yes, I can see why I should be threatened by imaginary cats. Even if they were real, not one of them had the guts to challenge me. You expect me to be intimidated by a legion of cowards?" His baleful glance scorched their surroundings, daring any cat to emerge. He knew there wouldn't be any.
His suspicion gaze returned to the she-cat ahead of him. She was strange. The only one brave or foolish enough to face him, and she spoke like she had power... but he guessed that was a lie, a tactic. He hadn't seen so much as a whisker of another cat.
She chuckled and glanced behind her. "Hmm... I take it you are not a local rogue. If you were, you would know how things work around here. You would know walking through the outskirts was acceptable, but walking with steps of the camp was forbidden. Just be grateful you are alive. Those legions of cowards wanted to cut your throat the moment you stepped over that border." She noticed his disbelief, but it was so amusing the Heda that she did not bother to address. He'd figure it out eventually.
"And yet, they did not even try," he reminded her. "Intention does not scare me, or I'd be quivering in some gutter my whole life." He raised one paw and studied his sharp claws for a moment, not-so-subtly showing off his strength. "Your imaginary friends may have intended to hurt me, but they were too scared to try, so they did not find out it would be a difficult task for them. Intention, intention... let me tell you my intentions: I'm going to go as I like, perhaps out of your borders if there's nothing to keep me interested here, and so far there is not. If you try and stop me, my intention is to show you how poor of an idea that is." He replaced his paw on the ground and looked at her expectantly.
She purred and whisked her tail under his nose. Her vibrant hazel eyes flickered with amusement before something else far more sinister found its way from their depths. "That's big talk for someone so, so small. What makes you think you own the place?". With the final word she lashed out with her hind legs and kicked the tom square in the jaw. Her goal was to jar the tom, beat some sense into him, so on and so forth. Her paws landed gracefully behind her to face the rogue. "You have no right to be here, unless you wish for a painful death."
His head jerked to the side as she struck him. Slowly, he turned back to look at her again, working his jaw as he tested for damage. His eyes were thin and hard. "Watch your step or you might find yourself in some trouble," he warned her. "You seem friendly enough, for a fool, and I'd rather not have to kill you." He eyed her a moment more, sizing her up, then shook his head. It wasn't worth getting into a match with her; she might be quick, but there was no way the smaller cat could overcome his brute strength. He turned to the side with a dismissive flick of his tail and strolled away.
He was fun to play with. The tom thought he had power and could beat her whatever the contest was. She would have let most find their own way out, but this tom just happened to hit all the right notes with the she-cat to make her want to give him something other than a love tap to remember her by. A smile flickered across her face as she watched the tom walk away. "I don't think I gave you permission to leave yet..." With blinding speed the Heda was, literally, nipping at his ankles.
His anger pulsed again briefly as he came to a halt, and slowly turned his head to face her, his paws stone. His expression was more incredulous than upset. No cat had ever tried to stop him from leaving before - usually, they were relieved by it - and most took one look at him and knew they couldn't stand a chance against him. It was rare enough they struck out at him, so his coat was nearly flawless of scars. Rogues knew that even if they could defeat them, it would be at great personal cost to themselves, and without access to a healer they had to be cautious. A group of cats that weren't easily cowed was foreign to him.
He was more fun than she thought the hulking tom could be. His hubris could not be overstated by his actions or by his sparkling, almost untouched coat. He talked big for someone with seemingly no combat experience. The Heda chuckled at a thought as she planted her teeth into one of his back legs and pulled it out from under him, sending the tom to cold, hard asphalt below. She smiled over him as she spoke down to the tom. "You could say I'm peculiar, but I'm sure there's a better word for it that even you might know for such a pretty thing." All she wanted him to do was fight back.
He hit the ground hard, his jaw slamming against the ground with an audible snap. Nothing was broken or damaged, but a short explosion of pain flooded his muzzle. He pushed himself slowly back to his paws, deliberately, head swinging around to stare at her hard. "I thought peculiar was just the most polite thing to call you," he growled back. Then he lunged.
Johnny was relatively fast for his speed, though perhaps not as quick as a smaller, more lithe cat. He was clearly untrained, acting purely on instinct, but that had never mattered before; every rogue he'd fought hadn't been able to stand against him. Most didn't put up any fight, but the few that did cause trouble were quickly shut down by just one or two of his devastatingly strong below. He moved to tackle her, his claws unsheathed to get a grip of her so he could drag her beneath him.
A smirk etched its way onto her face when she saw the primal being's muscles tense. So he finally had the nerve to fight back, and, from the look of his lunge, it would not take any time to end him. The permanence of it did not concern the Heda in the moment, but she liked him enough to keep him alive. Her paws skimmed the ground as she side stepped his lunge with the grace of trained veteran. Most rogues his size were considerable slower than him, but he still moved in slow motion. "Sloppy, sloppy." She chided as he narrowly missed her. "Try again."
As she dodged he fell into his lunge, dropping into a low crouch as he hit the ground so he could transfer his momentum into a spring back to his paws. He pivoted to face her again - eyes narrow and calculating, though any judgement calls he was making would be fairly simple in nature. He sprang forward again, aiming the same as last time, seeking to catch her off guard with a sudden and repetitive attack.
His techniques were as simple as they were predictable, but she still did not take him as lightly as it seemed. He was considerably larger than her, so if he somehow got on top of her while she was on her flank, there would be little she could do to better the situation. Nemesys did enjoy having fun, but there would be no way Wanheda would bring her back for losing a fight to a rogue like him. This time she side stepped again, but instead of a taunt she landed on her forepaws and kicked the tom as he passed by with her hind legs.
This time, expecting her to dodge, he landed firmly on all four paws. He turned again to face her, but unexpectedly caught her kick - one paw striking his side, mostly harmless to the muscular tomcat, but the other catching him in the jaw. He growled in frustration as his head snapped back and yet another flood of pain hit him. Now she was really getting on his nerves. He stalked closer, his ears pinning back. Finally, he lunged yet again: but this time it was a feint, as he landed in front of her and lashed out with a forepaw.
The result of her kick was disappointing to the she-cat, but it was not a total waste. She followed through until she was once again facing the tom head-on. Her eyes had just begun to refocus when she saw him set to lunge again. She acted on impulse and jumped back only to realize he had expected it. She had barely landed when his forepaw struck her on top of her muzzle. It staggered the lithe she-cat and set her back a couple of paces. A small grin formed on her face as her gaze returned to him.
Finally, a hit. Triumph flashed across his muzzle in a vicious grin. He knew the fight was far from over, but here was his chance to press the advantage. As she fell back he slammed his paw back to the ground and launched himself at her, jaws spread wide and both forepaws raised in a heavy swipe.
It was all the same with this time. It was all brawn with no brains. Sure, he got her in a rhythm and made her pay for it, but Nemesys would not let her overconfidence get the best of her again. She knew her chance would come when she saw the triumph flash through his eyes. As soon as he was off the ground Nemesys backed up out of his reach again before jumping back in and slashing him across the muzzle.
