Mattered

"There you are, rat," the Werelion said, growling in between his words. There were scratches on his arms and legs, making a thin trail of line under his thick copper brown fur. His eyes, although not as grand as Su'ayun's golden slitted eyes, his stare left Ned unable to move. He was the same level, if not stronger, than the Tailor. His aura leaking from his very skin that Ned had to unsummon the Butterfly, focus his strength on his wrist to gain back the control. Teklavit was slumped behind the werelion, red something stuff stuffed in his mouth. His eyes bulged and shook, and white. 

Ned made a forceful kick to the Werelion's furry face to which the Werelion did not even move an inch and let the kick be connected on his face. 

He simply… grinned. The kick was beyond ineffective. If he was honest about himself, the kick Ned threw was nothing but a paper.