The briefest moment she was there, and then she was not. Well, of course she was there physically. Mentally the briefest flicker in her eyes. Fleetingly, before it was gone.
She jibes at his appearance, laughter. Laughter at everything he thinks, watching her closely. "Oh, you dont like it?" a sideways smirk is given. "Lucky for us all, I am not here to look pretty.", he eyes her pointedly.
She speak of compliments, I very womanly thing to discuss he thinks. He considers this thought for a moment. He was unsure he had ever complimented a female in his very short life, was that odd? He wouldn't know, nor did he have anything to compare this to. His father did little to flatter his mother, besides to plant his seed in her. Their relationship based on nothing more than a need to spread his lines, to build worthy sons and daughters too, if it came to that. He had been told his mother was chosen due to her size and coloring. A painted Vanner mare, the size and bulk he intended to pass on to a son, along with his own knack for combat. Killdare, unsurprisingly, saw little use for compliments in such a situation. She seemed to dislike being called large, but she was. It was the truth and he was rather apt to put things plainly, speaking his mind rather than hold his tongue.
Was she shamed to be built this way? To be an ocean liner amidst a sea of yachts? At this he tsked. "And what would you have me say?" he dared goad her. "How ever does a delicate flower such as yourself wave amidst the trees?" If he had brows one would be raised as he dipped his head to peer at her, as if to say Really? "No, my statement is valid. I am large, you are large. Else wise I would have no reason to inquire. Else wise it may be an indecent statement, as it stands, I find it an honest one."
She continues to skirt around him, just out of reach too. Had she been nearer, he might consider losing his head and skinning her rear. She was not entirely stupid, he decided.
Bulldozing or being quick. It was common knowledge that he was not quick, due to his size he could not dance around his opponent. He would have looked a lumbering fool, attempting to jump around like a grasshopper. No, he in fact did use his size, in truth it was his best defense. He was not made to BE graceful, not like one would think. He was made to crush. Rather than wait for the fight to begin, to be riddled with useless circling, he would end it. What good was his opponent, when his chest had caved in? No, Killdare did not Bulldoze per say, he broke. He used his weight to gain his outcome, enough force, enough weight on the right spots..That was were they honey was. He was particularly fond of laming a horse. Though this was not to say that he couldn't move around at all, he simply wasn't light and quick. He was quick enough when need be, but because he knew better, he used what the Gods had given him. How would one succeed if not by using what they had? He didn't know.
A courtesy, did it just escape her maw? A paradox she was.
"If they were my opponent, I would break them where I wished. My desire is to not inflict them such damage." An odd, seemingly misplaced comment coming from him. Had the trees claimed him so thoroughly? The gears turning were plastered visibly on his face, the problem working itself out.
"I need to touch them, but not break them." He was thoughtful as he said this, his chocolate eyes looking tender, almost loving had he known what it was. In truth, the idea had not before occurred to him. He hadn't made an effort not to break them, just to get past them. He was going about this all wrong. He couldn't not touch the closely placed pillars, he was too wide. He would have to move with them, to roll his body off them. To touch, but not to break. He peered at the female looking down at her curious eyes, she seemed to linger a never ending stare up at him. Had she, did she just?..No, he snorted she hadn't helped him. He would have thought of that all his own surely. He declined to commend her.
((note: bah! he is a little toot! your writing is lovely btw))