better, stronger, faster... smarter?

too arrogant to realize the man - who he named Tree Trunk already - was pretending to make pained noises, Godbrand whooped for victory. that's right. he was the best at tackling bigger dudes. even smaller dudes, like his brother Gimli. standing back after releasing the man's ear, he'd grunt as he was nosed at. a little paw raised to swat at the man's nose but he didn't protest much. he just didn't like some stranger sticking a cold nose at him.

he also tried to remember what Ma had told them. his head would tilt dangerously at the question before moving his legs apart, squaring his shoulders to make him harder to knock over. whether this was a 'defensive' lesson or not, he blurted out shit. "Ma says to, ummmm, make sure you ain't knocked over! balance your body!" he would like to see his Ma fight one day, but she told him it was a long way off. she had to 'recover' first. whatever that meant. Pops fought too; Godbrand would be like both of his folks.

"but I dunno any other de-fance-ases?" Bran admitted with a furrowed brow.