Ball or Brawl

His prey was a cunning beast, quick and erratic in its movements. He would need all of his considerable skills to bring it down. But he would do so, because he was the son of the Lord of the West, the greatest general Japan had ever seen and the heir to a noble bloodline.

He approached warily, stealthily, his nostrils flaring slightly to take in the scent of his prey. Precision was the key to success. He crouched down low, his prey in his sight, victory sure at hand.

With an immature growl, the young pup threw himself at the ball, digging his claws and teeth into the tough hide. The ball, almost the same size as the pup, began to roll with the sudden shift in weight, and the pup gave a surprised yelp as he was suddenly dumped onto the floor, the ball on top of him.

Growling in indignation and hurt dignity, the pup extricated himself from beneath the ball, pushing it away with all his might. Though young, the heir to the West was strong and the ball flew across the room only to bounce off of one wall and head straight back at the pup. Golden eyes had time to widen in surprise before the ball impacted straight with the pup's face, once more sending the small demon tumbling to the ground.

The Inu no Taisho, watching his son's antics from a safe distance, chuckled quietly. "Would you like some help in slaying the beast, Sesshoumaru?" he asked.

The boy glared at his amused sire, rubbing at his face, where the ball had left a very large, very red mark. The pup sniffed in indignation and turned a stony glare on the ball, now slowly rolling to a stop.

Ignoring his parent, young Sesshoumaru crouched down low once more, another high-pitched growl escaping his throat. This meant war.