Narrator's POV
Having the little lion realizing he was to weak, he had decided to follow the beast track and train to be stronger as he did.
The little lion followed the tracks until it they went cold. He continued to train for the knew they would meet again. He trained and fought other lions until the point where he was so strong no one dared to fight him. He was genuinely the king of the jungle.
The now big and strong lion was angrier then ever for it had been years and he had still not obtained vengeance against the wild beast that killed his parents. He began to feel sad and lonely again and it was al because of the beast.
All of a sudden in this moment of great rage he heard the beast roar. It was unlike any other roar in his jungle he knew it was him. The roar sounded like *vroom! Pow! Pow!*
The lion ran faster then had ever ran before toward the sound and when he arrived he saw the exact same beast, he recognized him because he would stand on his rear legs had Woodland fur, pale face and a large metal front leg.
The beast proceeded to point his metal front leg at the lion as the lion ran towards him the beast roared.
*Pow!*
The lion felt a large stinging sensation, but he kept running the lion leaped on top of the beast as the beast roared once more.
*Pow!*
The lion proceeded to kill the beast.
