Lionel the Leomon was an outstanding example of his kind: tall, strong, brave and virtuous. He was one of the stronger fighters in the area, and it showed. His body, honed from many years of training, was very muscular and fit. Although Lionel didn't think of himself as a vain person, he was actually very proud of his body. Of course, looks were only second to his strength, which he used to enforce peace and justice.
It was a normal day, or at least it started out that way. Lionel was making his daily patrol of the area to make sure that things were in order. His patrol through the plains went smooth, as did his walk along the lake side. Now, he was making his rounds through the forest. As he walked through, his eyes scanned his surroundings and his ears were alert, but all he could see and hear were the usual sights and sounds. "Another peaceful day." Lionel said as he rounded the bend.
As soon as he did, he realized he spoke to soon. Instead of the clearing he was used to seeing every day, instead he found...
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