From the shadows emerged a dark figure similar to himself—in scars and all—and he was clearly not in a joyful mood.
"One more step, and you're dead meat."
Well, that certainly escalated quickly. Cocky, are we?
He asked nonchalantly with a small amused smile. Still, he remained where he was, for the time being. How will I leave if I don't move?
The mercenary's head tilted in a mocking way, though it was a legitimate question. Wouldn't it be better if he kept a move on? That's what he was doing until this bristling stranger came along.
A fight with this man would be very distinct from the silly scrap he had with the woman at the creek. As much as he adored fighting, he wasn't trying to needlessly get himself killed.
But that didn't stop his naturally goading demeanor.
It was clear to Corvus that this man was in a particularly sour mood, and the manner in which he approached told him he was itching for a fight. His muscles coiled instinctively, though his demeanor remained apathetic yet somewhat amused. Still, he'd rather not suffer serious wounds, especially not now, being the loner he was. The other dark man's quip rolled off his back, just like the rest. Show me, if you can!
Corvus returned in a voice oddly not angered, but excited. His fiery eyes burned holes into him, wide with focus and thrill.
He'd begun to move, sensing the man's incoming attack. He beheld the familiar sight of jaws launching right for his face and whipped his head back while sidestepping to his left. Corvus felt the wind from the blow he narrowly escaped as if toying with a coiled snake, hearing the clack of his opponent's jaws in his ear. To return the favor, he himself lunged forwards with jaws parted, aiming to clamp them down on the side of the man's neck just behind his jaw. If able to hit his mark, Corvus would thrash his head wildly to tear flesh and gift pain, refusing to let go without considerable persuasion from his opponent.
Since Corvus is not complying with Damien's command, Damien is free to treat him as a trespasser.
Taking into account that Corvus is a Loner and currently underweight (as it says in his profile) it is very likely that Damien would overpower him easily since he is a large, healthy wolf with fighting experience, so please keep that in mind. If Corvus does not flee, the odds are that this fight will not be in his favor. Just thought I'd mention that since he dodged the first blow so easily.
The first lunge failed to make contact, and Damien's weight didn't help much with maneuvering the momentum he had from the first attack. He lunged past the trespasser, who dodged his attack with ease. But that was hardly the end of it. If the loner didn't flee, it was likely Damien was about to deal with a counterattack. He was ready, and so was the other male, who lunged at him aiming to clench his jaws on Damien's neck. While his position wasn't ideal to try and bite the other male again, Damien had the size in his favor, and he turned to ram at the male as he made his move. If he was successful Damien 's head would crash against the other's cheek with all he had, frustrating the counterattack and giving Damien an advantage to try and pin the trespasser down.
Nah, I mean... As I said I just thought I'd mention it since I compared Corvus' and Damien's profiles and it seemed a lot like godmodding for Corvus to dodge Damien just like that. My characters are all under a limited consent policy so I just wanted a fair fight. That's all.
Damien's head crashed against his opponent, and while it's useful to prevent his attack it also disorients Damien himself for a moment. Once he regains his balance Damien takes his chance to pin the trespasser down. He grabs the flesh of his neck and clamps down hard, trying to force the male to the ground, but his wide stance makes it impossible. Suddenly pain strikes Damien. The raven male had clutched the dark prince's left leg with his teeth, piercing skin and muscle and immobilizing his leg. Damien tried to fight it but every move made the pain worse and Corvus was starting to tear up flesh. He was forced to let go of his grip on the male's neck to try and defend his leg, but as soon as he released him, the trespassed backed away to attempt an escape. Damien tried to chase him but the pain in his leg didn't allow him to go far. He halted with a yelp of pain, and watched as the other male put distance between himself and Blackfeather Woods. With a low growl Damien put the last warning: the next time you won't be so lucky.