you won't get away that easy

Artur stopped when Justice called for him to hold, panting lightly and licking the blood from his muzzle as they stared at one another. Icy anger still swirled through him like a faint mist as he started her down coolly, and unlike her he didn't so much as crack a smile when the tension broke. He lifted his head to stare down at her instead when she said that he'd do fine. "I don't neglect my training," he retorted icily. "I never have. If you're worried about Valhalla's readiness, look elsewhere." Her comment about his wounds would have earned an eyeroll, if Artur had been the kind to indulge in that, but instead just earned a disdainful snort. "I've had worse. Am I free to go now?"