S'imba's heart pumped furiously his senses sharpening. Â He was filled with absolute terror but he wasn't about to show, not about to give into it. Â Instead he locked eyes with the Ixal who was ordering him to surrender. Â His eyes narrowed into an unblinking stare of determination a stare of dominance a stare defiance. Â The anger the Ixal was showing only served to fuel these feelings. Â He knew he couldn't win but that wasn't the point.
"No!" He said in a calm but forceful tone.  A no so defiant even the most enraged warrior would stop, fall silent, and stare at him.  "I didn't escape slavery in Ul'dah just to end up in a new set of chains." His smirk widened "Why waste an opportunity to ruin a perfect slave raid. To let that slip from your fingers would satisfy me to no end.  I would rather die a martyr then willingly enter bondage again." His eyes narrowing further.  "If I die it will serve to undermine you, that fear you hold over others would vanish.  Sure the stories may start how I stupidly stood against an entire raiding party of ixal alone but over time  the story will change.  People will tell stories of how S'imba took on and ground you beneath his heel.  That would be how you were remembered.  Instead of being known as S'imba the slave boy I'd be known as S'imba the legend.". His smirk widened into a grin "I like the sound of that." Without warning he went on the offensive.
Charging into the group immediately in front of him. Â He struck the first with a fist in the side of his head dropping him dead. Â Then he turned with a jump kicking the one behind him with the heel of his foot knocking him to the ground before S'imba stomped his neck. Â The third he jumped behind an delivered a punch to the spine in his neck dropping the Ixal to the ground.
Turning to the rest of the group thought three down...
"No!" He said in a calm but forceful tone.  A no so defiant even the most enraged warrior would stop, fall silent, and stare at him.  "I didn't escape slavery in Ul'dah just to end up in a new set of chains." His smirk widened "Why waste an opportunity to ruin a perfect slave raid. To let that slip from your fingers would satisfy me to no end.  I would rather die a martyr then willingly enter bondage again." His eyes narrowing further.  "If I die it will serve to undermine you, that fear you hold over others would vanish.  Sure the stories may start how I stupidly stood against an entire raiding party of ixal alone but over time  the story will change.  People will tell stories of how S'imba took on and ground you beneath his heel.  That would be how you were remembered.  Instead of being known as S'imba the slave boy I'd be known as S'imba the legend.". His smirk widened into a grin "I like the sound of that." Without warning he went on the offensive.
Charging into the group immediately in front of him. Â He struck the first with a fist in the side of his head dropping him dead. Â Then he turned with a jump kicking the one behind him with the heel of his foot knocking him to the ground before S'imba stomped his neck. Â The third he jumped behind an delivered a punch to the spine in his neck dropping the Ixal to the ground.
Turning to the rest of the group thought three down...
Wikis       Â
S'imba Tia S'imba Fate-14 Sheet                Â
K'ovu Tia
Mateus character:Â Simb'a Sarabi
S'imba Tia S'imba Fate-14 Sheet                Â
K'ovu Tia
Mateus character:Â Simb'a Sarabi
