((yeah hehe, I kicked your butt :nukasm:.........what? :nukawha: ))

Timon had managed to scuttle around the lions so he was now on the other side of the tree, he had nearly been knocked down by one of the lions at one point, but luckily he managed to swurve quickly out of the way before the lion had hit the ground. He had hurt his ankle in the process though and was limping slightly, atheritus playing up again ((haha I love writing old Timon lol)).
He peaked from behind the tree and continued to watch the horrendous display of violence. The lions where really going at each other, tearing sheets of skin of each other and becoming bloody and wounded. Timon peered over at the impala, poor thing. He crepted up to it carefully and sniffed it, a slight look of sadness in his eye.