"Let him declare war," Vitani hissed, "I don't care who he is, we can beat him. I don't care if what he says is true or not. Besides, as I've pointed out before, Kovu isn't the true ruler. Simba's heir comes before Scar's, and Kiara is still alive. The throne isn't rightfully his."
She shrugged and kicked a pebble, her mind working around this situation. Then she looked up and glanced from one male to the other as it occurred to her that this was the perfect chance to prove to Kovu that Baya could be trusted. If Mrithi did attack, and he helped them fight him off, surely Kovu would have to drop his petty grudge?
"If he does attack, banded together we'll be unstoppable. It doesn't matter what he does. Baya or I alone could kill him if we need to, and I'm sure our pridesisters and my dear brother are capable of taking out any backup he might bring. It won't be much of an issue," she said confidently. And she believed it, every word.
After all, she and Baya were only driven to near death by one another. No one else had such power over them. And her fighters alone, N'gora, Sauda, Dekeledi and Masozi, were all nearly equal to Baya in strength. He surpassed them each time he fought one, but they always dealt significant damage to him before their defeat. And the Pridelanders Kovu had weren't the wusses she often made them out to be. After all, she'd fought them. Some of them were very powerful, and she was confident that working together, even if Mrithi had an army, they would be able to take him out.
"I'm not afraid of him, and I'm surprised if either of you are."