Blackfeather Woods if i'm betting against you

Teeth met skin in a violent clash as the youth hit a mark (well, grazed over) on the enemy's shoulder - he could taste the thick blood stain his teeth and roll over his tongue as the man snapped back in an arc around the ashen youth. Aries allowed a small smirk to pain his features, lips curling upward as they relished in this delightful feeling.

Now that he had the stranger's attention, they could truly battle. The Reaper danced around him, as if teasing, before darting forward in an attempt to land another blow. If he scored again, he would drive his fangs deep into this wolf's flesh. If he was to miss, he would leap back and hopefully avoid being wounded. It mattered little to him if he gained new scars, but nevertheless he would prefer to avoid injury.