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a long, hearty chuckle comes streaming from the brute at her beckoning. an amused glower settling upon his bearded face, shoulders rolling as he lowers himself to the girl's level.

you don't want that, lass. he chides, engaging in a little healthy shit talk with the girl. couldn't ever go wrong with that.

his muscles coil as he measures her stance. he wasn’t about to go easy on her—not entirely, anyway. lessons were learned best through challenge, and if zephyra wanted to prove her worth, she’d have to earn it.

so, with a heavy swing of his body, he charges the girl, eyes calculative as he watches her; eager to see how she deflects the head on attack.