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☼ The boy listens to the advice bestowed upon him but not because he chooses to; he's out of breath, and beyond the pounding of his heart and aching of his lungs, he hears what Llewellyn proposes. He doesn't like being told not to panic—he doesn't feel as if he is panicking, merely working his body. The thrill of the fight is what drives him and supplementing that is the feeling of his muscles getting tired, his lungs with their breathlessness, it all makes him feel so alive. He's irritated by the proposition that he's not good enough; but as he grows tense and eager to attack again, Llewllyn mentions a different strategy.

Revui huffs, puffs, prowls, and then launches himself at the pale wolf. He's snapping his teeth a little too early but besides that, his steps are aligning better and he's trying to use his weight to bowl over his heavier opponent—doing as he's told more or less, but he's put himself too close and is at odds with his momentum, unable to channel all of it in to his attack.