Land of the Big Cats [Amaranta, Sola]

What the hell? Where did that shout come from? The bronze lioness cocked her head to the side, entertained by the anger in their voice. Who pissed them off? What pissed them off? How could she piss them off even further? Perquisa allowed her to hone in on the familiar source as she navigated the wartorn plains of this miserable country. Oho. The familiar spiritual pulse elicited an expression of unrestrained excitement as a wild grin tore across her bestial features.

How could she ever forget this bastard? Sola. The punkish pretty boy pulled a fast one over on her, defeated her, and stole her clothing. She didn't even need to think of why he was here. That cry of frustration was probably because he failed to find something worthwhile in this place. In a flash, sonido carried her body from her current location - since she was close enough to sense him - to his own, appearing above him. Descending to the ground with a teasing grin, Amaranta curiously stroked her chin, eager to annoy him even further. If she angered him even more? Even better. They had unfinished business, after all.

"Aw, what's wrong, Sol~? Why are you so angy? Didn't find some worthwhile opponent to kick your ass in Africa?"

"Oh shit, no foreplay? We're just going straight into it, huh? Fine. Let's dance!"

Now, wasn't that interesting? In the past, he certainly would've humored the trash-talking, but that didn't seem to be the case. Not that it bothered her to any extent. Those terms suited the bronze lioness nicely. That was why she thought so fondly about this twink. He wasn't about words. He was a man purely driven by action. She wouldn't admit it, but it was almost like fighting with a mirror image of herself. One that didn't back down in the face of superior opponents.

Since she was familiar with how this savvy brawler got down, she merely sidestepped any dirt he intended on throwing her away, charging in like a ferocious bull to attempt a headbutt against his face. If that rudimentary blow earned any blood, a long limb would shift in to wrestle him to the ground. The last time they fought he pulled one over on her by challenging her to show her prowess with cero. He wouldn't be able to do that this time.

"By the way, I've been improving on my cero, pretty boy. You won't get one over on me this time! This time, I'll be the one leaving you naked and confused!"

"Haha! Come on now, don't you want to earn it a second time, Sol? I know you're eager for a chocolate sample and all, but what type of woman am I if I don't make you work for it, hm!?"

Animalistic instinct alerted her to the shift in energy as the man blasted himself away from the position he occupied a moment ago. What was that burst of energy just now? Whatever it was had elicited a wide grin colored with joy. Had Sola improved on his repertoire since they last met? There wasn't much to his skillset outside of dirty tricks and bare-knuckle brawling, but in his hands, it proved quite effective. Effective enough to defeat her in their ongoing feud.

Even so, the notion that he improved to any degree only invited more excitement as she fell forward. Using her hands like a springboard to push herself off of the ground, shooting her body forward like a missile at high speed. Soaring through the air, she lifted her finger upward, positioning it like a pistol as she fired off a cero colored in a fire-like hue. That little blast was meant to catch him unawares while she finished her flight with a roundhouse kick through midair to catch his body and send him flying for a reason separate his new ability.

"Someone's learned something new since we last met! Good, that'll make this victory extra sweet when I'm burying your face in the dirt, and exposing your naked body to the rest of Africa! Come on, show me more of what you've learned, pretty boy!"

"Shit...!"

Amaranta's success quickly turned into a setback as Sola locked onto her thigh. Using her momentum against her, he employed his spiritual energy to send both of them spinning. Surrendering herself to the kick proved detrimental, forcing her to eat her words momentarily as the forward momentum loosed her body from his own. Sliding against the ground, Amaranta turned her head in his direction, sweeping the debris away from her multi-colored locks of hair.

"Take more, eh? What going to pound me senseless if I end up unconscious this time? At least take me out to dinner first. Whatever. Have fun if you win. Anyway... Heh, look at you learning new tricks. I'm impressed."

He may have improved since they last met, but her physical prowess was one of her defining attributes as a warrior. Letting him get the best of her in physical combat simply wouldn't do. His momentary victory was just that - momentary. Rising from the ground at full throttle, Amaranta charged forward once again.

Of course, rather than go in for anything resembling a tackle, she decided to employ her degree of martial prowess, swinging her fist forward in unpredictable patterns. Each blow was meant to impede his vision as the rain of blows fell on him with reckless abandon. If he decided to defend against any one of them, she'd simply use the opportunity to sweep her foot under his own and force him to fall headfirst onto the ground, too. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. Blood for blood. That's the way she liked to dance.

"Come on! Is that all you've got!? Show me some more, Sola! Or am I distracting you with the prospect of something nice? Sorry about that one I have that effect on a lot of people."

Catching him in the whirlwind of blows was exhilarating, but it would hardly bear any satisfaction until she saw that effeminate face of his falling into the dirt, too. He wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed when forced under pressure, she noticed, and like a bully trying to assault an unassuming kid for their lunch money, Amaranta pressed her assault with unrestrained vigor.

Strike after strike, she launched her fists wherever he failed to defend until she finally grew tired of pummeling him, swinging her leg forward in a sweeping motion in an attempt to send Sola falling haplessly onto the ground. Whenever that result came to fruition, she would use the opportunity to force him into remaining on the ground by leaping atop him like the apex predator that she was, all to prove that she was the one who stood at the top of the mountain. And the one who sat atop his body.

"If you don't think of something soon, this bout will be over shortly. And then I'll be the one taking your clothing and showing you who belongs on top."