"YES!YOUR DOING GREAT!BRING ME THEIR HEAD!"*Zira shouted,the cruelty in her voice adding to the sinister aura emitting from the lingering taste and atmosphere of blood splatter.She chuckled,the sound phsychotic.You growl lowly,as the surrounding walls around you making you feel trapped,and forced to endure the brutality of the grusim ring.

You are in a ring.surrounded by long,rocks.that are used as seats,for the members of your pride,as they spectate the inhumane of the rounds.Its either kill or be killed.Your heart throbbing in your chest painfully,but thats not the thing you have to be worried about;They manage to land a savage claw to your cheek,as it connected with your fur and under-skin.You grunt in pain,but you carry on,nontheless.determined to leave the ring victoroious.

Your opponent observes you with a keen eye as they try to decipher your weak spots.A spark can be seen reflecting in their calloused eyes.