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The child stated that knew how to fight and …defend he assumed was what she had meant, her words breathless with her evident excitement. Ragnar nodded absently to himself once as he considered that it was definitely a pretty good start. After all, without learning the basics of the warrior trade she wasn’t going to get very far without knowing the fundamentals. As she spoke, answering his questions he rose to his paws, pausing a moment to stretch, feeling the tug of the muscles as they extended beneath his platinum coat and scarred flesh. A small chuckle rumbled in the Viking’s chest when Junior proclaimed that she ‘had the moves’ settling his gaze upon her when he had finished stretching, ears slicking back half mast to make up for the fact that his back was to his borders. Like a military man he did not like having his back so openly to the borders, it made him feel overly exposed though he trusted his instinct, senses and intuition to make up for lack of clear eyesight of the vast stretch of untamed lands beyond them. "I want you to practice those moves on me, show me what you can do." He wanted to test her and did not expect her to hold back despite that she felt like a delicate little doll to him, not unlike his own children though she was older and bigger than them. Still, she did not have to be afraid of hurting him, he was well versed with pain and giving her the chance to demonstrate what she knew would give him the chance to teach her how her opponent might move and attack in accordance. He did not plan to hurt her and would definitely hold back considering she was just a child but he felt that the game would be good practice nevertheless. The Viking smirked at her, inviting her to make the first move with his usual coyness.