Lothoro ducked as the coffee table was sent into the air, the edge as sharp in it's flight like a guillotine. It crashed behind him against a shadow that felt no pain. That would be nice, wouldn't it? As it were, their unlives had been little else but that. Oh, not to be melodramatic for sure, but if you fought Lycans for a living, if you know of the coven's history, than clearly, you knew of pain.

Like the type written over Selene's face, masked by a glowing anger. Yes.

"Oh. Hm." He started lazily. "Did you not know that it was I whom pulled the trigger?" It wasn't that simple. It had never been. But in a way it was. It was exactly what had happened and in his mind, little else mattered. The 'why' of it, the 'reason' got lost in the throbbing soundless echo of the guilt. Even that guilt grow hollow and numb with time...and the monster's taunting of him if indeed it was a monster and not his own mind.

The force of her lunge sent him spiraling back down again with her on top this time. His teeth rattled in his mouth as his head hit the ground.

Good. Yes, good. "I dared. I only wish I had done it sooner." He grunted out through clenched teeth. Twisting to his side, he brought his elbow back and then sent it flying against the side of her face to throw her off-balance.