Ravensblood Forest stark

Finesse.

Well, that was one way to put it. Nox wasn't quite sure he agreed, though the girl did always seem to have a way with words. "Finesse. Is that what ye call all this?" He waved a paw around dramatically, gesturing to everything and nothing all at once.

Letting her ponder that for a moment, he turned his attention to what she said next. There was some truth to it - fighting was a messy job. But it didn't have to be. "Ay I hear ye," he grumbled, beginning to get exasperated at her continuous jabs. "Still, it's good to know the basics, especially if yer planning on stickin' around. Never know when yer gonna find yerself in a sticky situation." Trotting a few paces, he waved his tail amicably. "The offer is always there."

As if her smirk was an invitation, the phantom darted swiftly past the girl, teeth snagging her scruff in an attempt to unbalance her. "I'll let ye in on a little secret," if his hold was successful, he would release her unceremoniously back onto the frost-hardened ground. " A fair man's a dead man."