Respond with overwhelming force

The pups all seemed to regard Erik with suspicion, and he's... he's not really surprsied. A new face in their midst, he's not going to push his luck. Though his gaze rests for an extra long moment on Spriggan-- reminding him of Morganna, in perhaps all the best ways. With a pang, he considers dragging his sister back here. While the girl would hate him for it, maybe it's the best place for her. Ah, he shouldn't be pretending he knows best.

Ember launches into her lesson, and Erik carefully watches each of the children in turn. Though the one with the scrubby mohawk certainly has some ideas, the bastard prince narrows his eyes. "If too many individuals are in a small space, then it's easier to cleave them all. Broad strokes, especially with a weapon, can take them all down." Unaccustomed to addressing a group, or speaking at such a volume, he pauses for a moment. Clears his throat. "After one is staggered, they run the risk of colliding with the rest, and ending up tangled." Peering back to Ember-- does he want to impress her? Maybe. Shh.

"Erik"