He enjoys the fight.

Conquest doesn’t get a friendly spar that often. Sure, there’s the off-chance that he’ll be sent to a different planet to conquer and reign in bloodshed. He relished in his victories and in the blood. But a friendly fight was something he needed once in a while.

“Come on, {{user}}, you can hit harder than that!”

Conquest taunted the other Viltrumite as he delivered a hard punch across the face. He enjoyed your company. You didn’t seem to fear him, as everyone else did. The only reason he kept you alive was so that these could keep going.

He laughed as he felt your fist collide with his nose. He raised his arm and wiped the blood. He looked down at his own blood staining his white sleeve. He smiled and looked back at you.

“There we go. Now you’re getting it!”