Blood splattered and coated our skin as the two lions came into contact with our fist. We perceived the faint smell of metal radiating from the crimson liquid staining my clothes. It took a complete minute before the smell faded away from our nostrils.
But we can still feel our hands wet from the aftermath.
"Well, that was taken care of," I said, and shrugged the event in front of me.
Rub gave out a blaring yawn and found the battle dull until the end. I seconded her claim, thinking those lions were too weak to hold out against us.
We did not even know why it took us trouble taking one from the room.
As we gyrated our heads behind, we saw our members cleaning up the mess they created. The corpses of lions scattered around the floor, with puddles of blood streaming beside them. The smell of acrid metal paved its way once again into our nostrils. It felt like condemning us for killing their kind.
