you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared

Vhalla doesn't bother to wipe the sweat from her eyes at it courses its way down her face, her body slick with it. The exertion that she so puts out has her entirely ignorant to the clicking of the upstairs door and the soft footsteps that pad down those steps. Wrapping her fist in flame, she launches herself at the dummy, throwing all that anger and hatred into one hit before that masculine voice jolts her out of her zone. Wrapping her arms in writhing flames, those icy eyes find Lazarus perched on that bottom step; it was clear he had been there for a while, looking far too comfortable sitting there. Cutting off her affinity, she prowls towards him, grabbing a nearby towel to wipe her face with before slinging it over her shoulder until she stops a short distance away from him.

"Morning sunshine," she drawls out lazily, a wry grin adorning her luscious lips, "It looks like you slept well," she states as she plants one hand on her hip in that sassy way of hers. "I'm glad you approve of my training," she remarks dryly, though her eyes spark with amusement as she glances down at the man. "Say, why don't you train with me?" she asks, that dreadful grin of hers so adorning her lips. Taking the towel, she tosses it on the ground, out of the way before she turns on a heel and makes her way to the center of the warehouse, the floor padded as if it were made for training such as this. Glancing over her shoulder, she arches a brow at him in amusement.

"I promise not to kick your ass this time, I'll even give you a free blow," she laughs quietly before abruptly stopping and turning on a heel to face him, her hip popping out as she crosses her arms. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a woman," she prods him, "I won't even touch my magic," her smile broadens as she regards the man still sitting on the step. Her goal was to get under his skin, she already knew it didn't take much to do that, to get him to rise to the challenge. Though, she's rather curious to see if he will accept her offer, grudgingly or not, she hadn't had someone to train with in a long time. Dummies were boring, they could never fight back and she didn't need to run her moving obstacle course again, what she needed was real hand to hand combat.

Beckoning to him, as if she were calling a dog over, she offers him that pretty smile, "I'll make you a deal," she pauses, tilting her head as her blue eyes travel his form, regarding him as if he were nothing more than her prey, "If you win, I'll tell you anything. Whatever you want to know, and if I win, then I get to ask a question and you have to answer truthfully," she states boldly, clearly confident in her abilities that she could smoke the man who was far larger than her in weight and in height. She merely needed to be quicker, though, she was certain she was far more in shape to wear him down. It is then that a touch of excitement dances in her eyes, she was almost certain he wouldn't leave now, "If you leave, I'll just tell Ellie you were too scared to fight me," she quirks a sly smile.

Now she was a hundred percent he wouldn't leave. Vhalla hadn't known Lazarus long, but she knew his type. There was no way he would back down from a challenge; though he may hate her for it, she needed something to push away her waking dreams that followed her everywhere. She had washed the grime and the blood from her body but she could still feel it. That feeling never went away, no matter how many kills she did, no matter how drunk she got, it chased her wherever she went. It is then when something dark flashes through her eyes; she needed this and she knew exactly how she would spend her day if Lazarus walked away; in a drunken stupor.

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered