Thump by thump branches fell to the sound of a delighted kitsune who was rather enjoying herself and her four tails crackled with hot electric. As they fell, Sacre and Inari, along with Dristan's deer friend, began to shift them out of the way, adding them to the log pile on the beach that Volterra had suggested they made. The conversation continued as they worked, the tale of injured ribs was an old one it seemed, when blows were traded between these two... friends? Rivals? (Lovers?) Sacre hadn't yet worked out the relationship between the two stallions he was helping clear the beach with, even though they appeared quite amicable as they traded words, however, when Dristan asked about killing others in training, Sacre struggled to suppress the instinctive shudder that threatened to rattle his body. Killing? Just exactly who were these horses he was cleaning with?! Uncharacteristically, he was at a loss of words, as he watched Volterra flex his well trained muscles, feeling like a scraggly weed next to a magnificent oak tree. Was this what Mauja meant when he said to practice violence? Was it pitiful to wish that he would never meet Volterra on a battlefield? Perhaps he should stop pulling his punches...

Even the dragons looked like they were ready to rip meat from bone as they circled above and Sacre silently glanced at Dristan—had he ever killed anyone whilst 'training'? "Not quite..." he echoed part of Volterra's reply with a raised brow, but continued working anyway, it wasn't really a question as he didn't really want to know what the answer would be. To have muscle like that he must have been in many rough brawls with bloody outcomes the healer wasn't entirely sure he was ready to hear all the details of, though Sacre was only speculating. 

Thump another branch came down, "perhaps we should burn this now" he nodded to the pile of wood, if they collected anymore they could always make another. The fox-boy looked questionably at Volterra and Dristan before looking back to the sick woodland where light was now easily breaking through where Ríona had zapped, filling the dark spaces with brightness. The healer nods his satisfaction at the four-tailed Kitsune who was beginning to look a little worn out despite the exhilaration on her face. He wondered how everyone else was doing, if Kisamoa was content with their clearing and what would be next.