Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-32004538-20171002193247

A lion launched themselves at Ashira, and she ducked. Turning, she took in their clothing.

A sword on their back, a glove on their front left paw, and a roar out of their throat made Ashira fear this opponent.

The lion jumped, slashing at Ashira's back and tearing her jacket, digging into her fur and creating bleeding scars. She tried desperately to make an illusion, but it was hazy and the lion was not fooled.

"Animals like you killed my sister!" the lion roared.

Panting, Ashira collapsed and shakily tried to stand. "I didn't kill your sister!" I howled.

The lion growled. "Your kind did."

And at the same time, they leapt at the other.

The lion threw its sword, Ashira jumped or dodged. She attacked with her claws, he didn't seem to feel it.

A hit from the glove, a strike with the claws.

A block with a leg, a chill from the phasing.

Mockery with words, distracting with illusions.

The lion roared, the wolf growled.

Accusations, defenses.

The two kept at it until the lion suddenly came from behind, a sneak attack.

He raised his glove for the fatal blow. A panic came over Ashira, and she thrust her paw upwards, phasing it throw the lion's chest.

He froze.

"Attack," she hissed, "and I'll solidify it."

They both didn't do anything, staring, waiting for the other to say something.

A yowl from one of the lion's companions startled both.

And, surprised, she forgot to keep the paw phased.

It solidified, and the lion froze.

Its eyes dulled, and it fell with a thump.

Horrified, Ashira quickly phased it out and stared.

For she never intended to follow through with a threat.

But she just did.

And yowls of hatred came her way, stomping from rhinos and roars from crocodiles, and yet Ashira was motionless.

For the first time in her life, she had killed.