Lake Rodney i will not be commanded.

arcturus is after her with a dogged grin, determined now that he had learned of her favored hand in trickery, to utilize it best against her. his blow was hard -- not so hard as to truly harm her, but hard enough to be remembered -- for that was the way of the moonspearian spars. in terms of torches, he did not have any move to pass up to the mantle (besides, you know, tossing his loved ones off of a cliff, which was not in any way his style), but he would have approved of the girl's mother, had he ever the chance to truly get to know her.

he halted quickly in response to the girl's words, the first of which he thought he only scarcely understood. panting loosely, with his tail waving slowly behind him, arcturus studied the girl and came to the conclusion that was quick. "a swift end." he remarked dryly, licking snow off of his forepaw with one sly yellow gaze affixed upon her. "who taught you that trick?"