Broken Boulder look the void in the eye and laugh

the dice gods like to see vilkas get his booty kicked apparently, lmao.

vilkas enjoyed watching as lily got more into the lesson, steering it away from strictly one sided and into an actual spar. it's progression was natural and the firebrand wasn't not about to complain. he was content to move at her comfort level but he is pleased — perhaps smugly — that he was right: she only thought she couldn't fight because it was what she'd been telling herself ...or someone had once told her. just because she was pretty didn't mean she couldn't have thorns. lily dodges his feigning attack and dances out of his way, earning a playful snap of his teeth at her as he steels his shoulders and moves in tight and controlled steps to her right, muzzle tucked to protect his throat, ears splayed back against the crown of his head and tail lashing against his hocks. she launches into an attack and ...

vilkas finds himself once more on his back at her paws. the firebrand's collision of the earth is not graceful: he falls hard again, with a thud and a grunt of muted pain as he feels the impact vibrate through his bones.