"Don't chase the rabbit, big guy!"
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Despite his young age, the eight year old Rengar was mostly hardened muscle. Of course with all of his childhood fluff no one could tell. When one added his remaining baby fat he didn’t look at all as tough as he was. It was why Kokan, a boy that lived in the village, was now lying on the ground clutching his bloodied nose and howling as if Rengar had torn his face asunder.
The young lion thought the boy was behaving a little ridiculously. Sure he’d clocked him good and hard in the face but he hadn’t even used his claws. It had been a solid fist that had decked the village boy to the dirt floor of the jungle. Other village children, some friends of Kokan’s and others just friendly to Rengar and everyone, had born witness to the scrap between both boys. All would say that the feline child had held back too. The insults being thrown at him and his family surely sufficed a more thorough beating as far as the children could be concerned.
“Maybe next time you won’t talk badly about my mother and father,” Rengar said as coldly as an eight year old could. There was the added sting of other more personal insults but the cub hadn’t felt the need to retaliate until Kokan had started in on how Maata had been mounted by an animal to produce him or how Tāne had screwed some beast.
He resisted the urge to spit on the sniffling boy below him and paid no mind to the snickers being had at Kokan’s expense. Rengar had made his point and no one would be foolish enough to say anything insulting that would get back to him.
