Broken Boulder look the void in the eye and laugh

vilkas blinks slowly up at her, charmed by her even as she places her paw firmly against his shoulder while her other one hovers just above his neck (insert heart eyes motherfucker gif here). a wily smirk unfurls across his lips — his pride might be licking it's wounds but he isn't disenchanted by her winning against him. he might have experience but that didn't always guarantee a win. life was a lottery and fights were no different. "right." the firebrand rasps at her inquiry, grumbling half-heartedly as she prods at his cheek with her paw a few time. lily releases him and he rolls onto his stomach and stretches upon the ground, wincing as the action pulls at bruised sinew. still, he relished for the pain of spars and battle. pain was the fuel to the fire. it was a reminder that he could bleed, that confidence did not lend to immortality. pain was a discomfort but it was also a lesson.

"it depends. if you want a quick death a throat kill is the best way. belly kills are slower but just as effective." and whether he was a 'go for the throat' or 'go for the belly' kind of guy strictly depended on the circumstance. "it was very good." he assures her, laughing as she encourages him to rise to his paws. for a moment vilkas considers staying there but her haughty response that follows has him rolling his eyes playfully at her and pushing himself to his paws. "if your interested in further honing your skills i recommend sparring some more, trying new tactics." an ear flicks in her direction as he speaks, not sure if she would be interested in it or not; yet he makes the suggestion all the same.