The Kings of the Outlands and Pridelands stared at each other in shock, before looking back up in fear. Their bodies, hidden beneath their hides, covered in small bruises from their fight, neither having used their claws, trembled, as the shadows of two massive beings came to stand above them, the ground literally shaking with every powerful stride the two giantesses took.
Above Scar and Simba were their queens, Nala and Zira, who had tried to stop this fight. The formers because she desired peace, the latter because she felt her husband was a fool to fight so openly. They had thus, in unity of purpose if not reason, approached Rafiki for a way to stop the pair from either killing each other, or just embarrassing themselves, which ever came first.
The monkey, with a chuckle, had done something, and now, the two of them were there, looking down, Zira having to shake her hand before her to get a cloud out of her vision, as she placed it back on her hip, and as one, the two lioness began to raise their paws from the earth, small bits of dirt and rock raining down on their husbands, who finally came from their stupors and began to flee.
Nala's smirk mirrored Zira's, as the two wriggled their toes just a little, before bringing the feet down with a cataclysmic crash, driving their paws into the earth, their pads rubbing their tiny husbands into the dirt and ground, while above them, the ladies let out purrs that rattled the lands they ruled, telling one and all they would not tolerate such foolishness from their mates.
