Blackfeather Woods the old gods and the new

A thundering snarl ensues when Damien's muscle stomps Atshen to the ground. Damien feels the encounter turning in his favor and he doesn't hold back. May have been his ego blinding him, but Damien had felt the end of the match coming, and it looked like he'd get the upper hand. But he was no oracle.

Atshen had still a lot to give despite his position, and he managed to take a good grasp on his chest as Damien battled to keep him down. Pain was no longer an issue, Damien's body was numb by the adrenaline, numb not only physically but in any other possible way. His only desire, his only reality was that Atshen needed a quick death, but everything blew up the second he realized that Nyx was in his way. She'd appeared there out of nowhere and Damien wasn't sure whether he'd hurt her by any means... But the only thought of it being possible got him to jump back in shock. The heat of the encounter emanated from him condensing the air. His breath was a rushed, nervous sway as he vaguely tried to regain some composure, but he couldn't contain his anger, and his eyes were fixated on the fake silencer and the blood that covered him.

"Get out of here, Nyx," he commanded, his voice but a low growl, contained in contrast to five seconds before when he was about to tear Atshen's throat into pieces.