Blackfeather Woods the old gods and the new

Timber thick limbs thrust Damien forward as he attacked simultaneously, knowing their encounter to be beyond foolish discussion. This was a battle, one for dominance, one for honor and dignity. One for power.

The child was inevitably predictable, aiming for Damien's neck as he'd been expecting. He was experienced, more than Atshen at least, and he used his hard skull to deflect the blow by head-bumping him directly to the snout and placing himself below him to try and bowl the beastly child over with every fiber of muscle in his body.