Vlast's moment of triumph is short lived; the cushion lands square in the middle of his face with a whumph, before sliding into his lap and revealing a feral grin.

He has no real concept of a pillow fight; it's only very recently in his life that he's had pillows and frankly, the novelty of burying himself in them has yet to wear off, so this is very new. He does know all about fighting though; from infancy to his adult years, he's scrapped with anything and everything he could get his claws into so long as it didn't earn him a lecture from his mother or Sadizi.

It's not so hard to reinvent the wheel here.

Vlast makes a strange, abortive turn, seems to remember something and then promptly swats the pillow right back at Benedict with a sharp swipe of his hand.

This is war now.