Rollo is unaccustomed to Arturo's land, and within the few hours he has arrived, he has departed again. It is the feeling of confinement, all too soon but just in the right time. He will get used to it, soon enough, once his alliegeince grows but for now he is on the fennce and on the fence he roams. But his path is cut short as a dark movement halts his path, eyes flickering in warning as he searches, locating the obstacle. Optics settle upon a boy much smaller than him but something, he feels, is not right, There is an air of danger about the other and a red light flashes in the back of his mind. But he cannot pass without crossing the other. So instead, he does what all threatened men do. The brute lets loose a low snarl, a warning. He does not need to ask the other of his intent, it is clear in each step, each seemingly fragile movement that the other is not something to be trifiled with, and yet, neither is Rollo. Something dark met with something dangerous was not a pair worth making should interests lie in self preservation, however, Rollo neither cared for his physical well being as his cerebral affections longed for pain. Perhaps it was the penance his demons demaned, regardless, he had little caution where his assurances in his superiority were definate. Rollo did not look for a fight, but he spectated it's beginings, for two men of power could not exist in such a close proximity without the other's acceptance of submission. He could not cross the other to continue his path without the slightest hint of tension, he knew, and therefore did not shy away. But for now, he waits in close proximity for an indication that the other means no ill will and that he can continue on his way.

Rollo doesn't take shit from anybody. Perhaps, in another circumstance and in another personality, his ideal route would have been to simply avoid the other altogether, however, the brute of a man had many reasons not to turn away. Neither did Atshen, it seemed. Rollo was unaware of the pack that lied just beyond the dark boy, however, he was aware where his feet stood and was smart enough to know that this was not claimed land. Advancing further, Rollo mimics the stance that the other takes; unwavering. Gray eyes bore resilient into the other's, each placement of paw one infront of the other spoke nothing of stupidity but of entitement. Youth may be on the other's side, but experaince was something youth lacked, and Rollo would not walk away from neutral ground, no matter how close to home he lingered.

But the child is not without strength, and refuses to crumble beneath the man. In turn, Rollo clamps his jaw down harder, pulling in the soft flesh of the other's nape and abandoning his attempt at pushing the other down. If he does not have the strength to forcefully cause him to submit, he will submit to the pain, and that is good enough for the seasoned brute. But as he does so, tounge destined to eventually meet the taste of the other's blood, he cares little about winning at this point for his attack is sprung purely out of the desire to fight once more. It was his own thoughts that had so tied him down, left him slave to his own fears, but in that moment he was a warrior once again, not a man so terrified of what he might do in confrontation that he avoided the very thing at all turns. In that moment, he is a man of little restraint, and he finds that he cannot bring himself to dislike it.

The boy thrashes, and Rollo does not waver, his jaw locked around the tender flesh of the ego-manic teen is as unbreakable as his spirit, when called for it. Nothing escapes him, not the movement of the other nor the insolence of the younger. Rollo has him in prime position, and he knows this. It would be a foolish mistake to give it up, but yet again, he does not see the other accepting defeat without cause; it would take more than pain to bring him to his knees. So, Rollo tries once again to unbalance the boy, revving up and thrashing his head to the side and downwards in attempt to knock him off his feet, as if an invisible force was yanking him down to the earth. With all the weight of his mass does he do this, a force to be contended with as even though the boy is considerably bulked for his age, Rollo is bigger.