Like slow disappearing

Veigar nodded, understanding some of what she said but not all of it. He supposed a lot of it would come with time, and only countless practice fights would teach him what he had to know to truly be a strong warrior like Deathbelle. He was still wide-eyed and attentive as he watched her and tried to absorb everything she was explaining to him. "Okay, that makes sense," he confirmed his understanding. He'd have to be craftier with a bigger opponent, but maybe a smaller one he could just use his strength against them. When he thought of spars he mostly thought of things like biting and throwing his weight around, not tripping, so he tried to remember that trip and envision how that'd work in an actual fight, as well as actually trying to dodge attacks that an enemy might attempt. "Can we try right now? To spar, I mean? So I can see what I need to work on?" He got himself into a playful stance, his front end dipping low to the ground, paws splayed out as his hindquarters wiggled high in the air behind him.