Ramses pov
Lions with colourful attire stood before me, the attires dotted with every colour one could imagine, blue, yellow, green, pink etc, making it look so garish it looked like a clown threw up on it, I froze in my tracks, trying to assess the situation, I'd never met this type of rivals before. They were all lions, a uniform absurdity, in the beast world this never happened.
"Boss let's attack them " A soldier in the form of a rhinoceros yelled, shaking his rhinoceros head with the horns and dead bored eyes.
"Wait, we don't attack until I say so " I yell facing forward once again, trying to think but every strategy seems to elude me, I don't know who these rivals are, I've never seen them in the tribe's history book, the first step to attack was knowledge, knowledge of your opponent, their history, their weakness.
"What's wrong with boss, they'll think we're weak " another beast in the form of a monitor lizard said, his tail already swinging on the grass ready for combat.
