[CHAL] Iloziya x Hylinn

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He didn't want to admit defeat. Didn't want to admit he'd lost, been completely outmatched by this stranger. It was the first time he'd been challenged, and here he was, a miserable excuse for a Stormborn lion, losing so easily.

Hylinn tried to fend off the other's attack, but only managed to protect his vitals, taking damage on other parts of his body.

"Enough!" he cried. "Fine, you've proven that you're worthy. Now get off of me!" the navy male snarled.  

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Adrenaline still pumping loudly in his ears he stood slowly, removing himself from his opponent with a wicked grin upon his maw. He'd proven his worth, not that he'd ever consider himself unworthy, of course he was!

Now came the time to walk off - now where would he walk off too? "Where's home?" He growled at the other, not entirely calmed down from the fight. He tried to do so, to become a little bit more level headed, while he awaited directions from the defeated lion before him.

It was in the back of his mind that he'd need to seek out a healer of the pride to determine the degree of his injuries.  

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Hylinn snorted again as he got to his feet and steadied himself. The idiot could wait for him to be good and ready. He didn't much care to let the other in, but he couldn't deny the fact that he'd been beaten.

"This way," the Reaver said sharply, leading the way home. In defeat. Gods, what a mess.