<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Tigrus<br/>Town Square, in the ring</strong></span><br/><br/>Rising quickly to his feet to block an elbow from Pumal and dodged a swiping left-hook that, given the<em>whoosh</em>of air as it sailed an inch over his head, felt to Rus that it could have taken said furry head clean off. As he backed off rapidly from his towering opponent, he felt his tail bat into something, and that something made a noise. Several noises. In front of him, Pumal's grey eyes had gone wide in confusion.<br/><br/>Rus took a chance and whipped his head around quickly, relying on the big cat's lack of subtelty for this to be a trick.<br/><br/>He was rewarded with the sight of, what seemed to Rus, a tablecloth. A very pretty tablecloth, with fancy patterns and bulgy sleeves, and an equally pretty cleavage...<br/><br/>It was only when Rus realised that said tablecloth was batting his panty-wielding tail out of its face that this was in fact a ladykit, and she had somehow appeared in the ring.<br/><br/>Whipping his head round to where Bob should be in the crowd, Rus's wide blue eyes demanded an explanation, expecting this to be some kind of publicity stunt on the small bobcat's part. Finding his short promoter, who was shaking his head and looking equally as baffled, Rus then heard the lusty roar of the crowd pick up a gear again at the arrival of the fancily-clad girl into the ring.<br/><br/>Clapping his open muzzle shut with a<em>click</em>, Rus gave up on logic and operated on the most reliable instinct he had.<br/><br/>His vanity.<br/><br/>"Did you say Howler club? I'm always pumped to meet my fans...usually they aren't as forward as this, though, kid."<br/><br/>That earned a brief laugh from a few of the crowd. Rus had bought himself some time.<br/><br/>"Here, gimme that scarf, I'll sign it for ya if you want. Where was that guy drawing the sketch? Or if there's anything else you want signed..." Rus didn't need to wink. One quick look upto the closest guy in the crowd earned him the snigger he was looking for.<br/><br/>Pumal, meanwhile, was standing around looking completely clueless. There had been no mention of a show-stopper halfway through the fight, but the Orange Howler was taking it all in his stride as if this was the plan all along and Pumal hadn't got the memo. The big cat scowled, relying on the best instinct that<em>he</em>had.<br/><br/>His strength.<br/><br/>Seizing Rus when his back was turned for the second time in the fight, the huge cat's dappled-grey biceps bulged monstrously as he lifted the yelping tiger off his feet, away from Caraina, although Rus still had Catsy's scarf in his paw. He'd been looking for a pencil.<br/><br/>Quickly, Rus squirmed out of Pumal's grip in the air, and slid down the puma's back in a slapstick-comedy esque manner. Scurrying underneath Pumal's tree-trunk shins, he caused the big cat to look this way and that as he got to his feet again, slamming his shoulder into Pumal from behind and putting the huge cat off-balance for a couple of seconds.<br/><br/>Turning quickly to Caraina, he scooped up the young caracal, grabbing her by her slim waist and the backs of her knees. Rus's own biceps tensed and spasmed underneath Caraina's legs as the Orange Howler twisted his hips, picking up the momentum to toss the slight Caraina straight at Pumal.<br/><br/>"You wanna throw people around?! Should have no problem catching this! Hot...hot...hot potato...<strong>hooooo</strong>!"<br/><br/>His turn completed, Rus's taut muscles released their energy and Rus released his grip on the blue-dressed girl, sending her flying through the air straight at Pumal. The crowd gasped collectively.<br/>