Battling for Power

Proluge
The Gulima had had enough. He staggered to his feet whilst spewing a mixture of vomit, blood, and a tooth or two. He tried to reach for his sword but his hand couldn't grasp the weapon; He was too dizzy from thirst and being pummeled around by the Zendoka. Speaking of which, were was he? The short being got to his knees and scanned the jungle growth for the wretched creature. He slowly regained normal vision just in time to see a yellow foot a split-second before the Zendoka's flying kick was excuted right in the middle of his face. The Zendoka laughed.

"It isn't fun Battling For power Is it?"