To and through the heart

The offer to return made her spine prickle, but it was accompanied by a great swell of pride; Salamander enjoyed fighting, perhaps more than anything else one must do to survive, and she was keen on honing her skills. If this guy thought he could win in a spar, let him try. The girl snorted softly but said nothing on the subject - there was time. And she was far more interested in getting fresh air and being outside of this massive tomb.

When light finally broke through the murk - and even warmth, there was warmth upon her face! - Salamander's pace increased so that she was basically running from the cave mouth. The sun blinded her for a minute, leaving her to wince back and blink, but once she adjusted everything was fine. She turned her head to witness Kerosene's return to the surface, and finally get a good look at her companion.

"I will fight you any day." She proclaimed, her tone almost childish in its level of glee. But this faltered, for she remembered the rules set down by Tonravik; fight to show skill, do not draw blood. It was not her kind of fighting. "But we should report this cave to the boss."