Phantom Hollow Who the hell's to know

Dated back to May 20th @Damien

He trundled away from the Vale with so much care. Liri had all but gone, so had the others. Inside, he was hurting and he wanted to leave. Start again. Grezig was unaccessible. Vaati angered him. 
The stench of borders hit him, not that he cared much for that. He can always divert his mindless wanderings to avoid packs. However, what also hit him was the rancid scent of the one who had attacked Keen. The scent that had clung to her and had clogged his nose as he dove for the trailing, sorry bastard.

He moved into a stiff trot, his tail high. To enter would mean serious injury, perhaps a whole pack bearing down on him. He stopped, glaring into the murky trees as if the silvered devil would materialise, giving way for Derg's vengeance. After being berated and humiliated at his sister's doorstep, he'd not stand for it again. His teeth gritted. A better decision would be a wiser one; he didn't back down, nor move on. 

And the devil did materialize from shadows. But he wasn't silver, nor was he the one Derg was expecting. This was a much more dangerous and unforgiving demon, and his land had been threatened. Damien didn't waste breath asking the intruder to leave, nor did he give the man a chance to stand down. The lives of his children were at stake and there was nothing more valuable to the night's sovereign than his family.

A low, threatening growl rumbled through the darkness. Damien was out for blood, and not a second after he revealed his figure 170 pounds of raw muscle and rage were already charging for the trespasser's life.

Rolled to receive an overall 7 by the end of the fight

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A larger, imposing brute issued a warning growl, materialising from the shadows with a charge. 
Derg had no time to run, so he rose to the challenge with silent fury. 
He met the dark beast with bared ivories, diving to tear into his flesh. He was of the pack of the silver brute; harbored him. 

Derg knew he'd likely run -- he mostly did -- but he wouldn't go without a taste of darkness. Not this time. Someone had to pay for Keen. Derg threw his chest forward, trying to drive his assailant back to bide a moment of time.

aaaand... what does that mean? xD

Force was met with a wall of bravery, and as Damien rammed into the intruder's chest he realized how much he'd missed the action. Enemy teeth found flesh just above the sovereign's chest, and though the pain was mostly on a background level Damien knew that he'd been lucky those fangs hadn't found his neck. However, the unfortunate position gave him the chance to grab the male's scruff, much like he'd done Flicker's back in Blackfeather, but this time he would have no mercy. He jerked the flesh aggressively, hoping to tear off as much skin and muscle as he could, and all the while he kept pushing forward with his enormous legs and snarling furiously. The bastard would make it no further than this.

xD At the end of the fight he'd have a wound/s that would total to a damage of 7/10

Derg gave a twisted half snarl, half cry as fangs sliced into his scruff; releasing his grip. He had to use his size. The man latched his teeth into his adversary's shoulder, digging his hind legs in to push around in an attempt to free himself from those teeth that came from above and unbalance the other.
He tugged with force, snarling ferociously twisting his head and making his move by kicking off. 

Whether it worked, he'd find out.

ohhh ok, I rolled a 2 then

The bite worked and, for a moment the intruder released its grip from Damien's neck long enough for him to pull away and take a better stand. But the other did not pull back just yet, and kicked hard to push Damien away while his teeth flew right back into his own skin. The kicks didn't really do much to move the beast that was Damien, but a couple, well connected swings hit Damien's face, forcing him to turn away. It barely lasted a split second, though, for Damien had lost all sense of decency and protocol. He was a berserker let loose and Derg was the only thing amiss. Damien flew back towards him, jaws wide open aiming for his face and biting hard on anything, everything that stood in its path. Hard he pushed with his hind legs when upon him, pushing and kicking in a wild attempt to unbalance the other male while his forelegs flew back and forth restlessly to claw away the very flesh from his opponent's bones.

I just write what Damien would realistically attempt... You're the only one that can decide whether any of his efforts work or not.

His attack worked momentarily, though it had only seemed to anger the dark titan more.
His head turned to meet him and the last thing he saw was the gaping maw before he scrunched his eyes up instinctively to protect them.
Teeth locked about his head, the ivories clutched on his skull and chin. Paws scarped at him, ripping the flesh on his chest like some sort of lowly feline.
He had to escape before he got damaged worse.

He yanked his head back, feeling teeth connect around his ear and rip it, taking out the tip in the process. Derg reeled backwards before pivoting and fleeing, his tail tucked low and head down, blood streaming from his tattered ear and chest. He ran like a demon was on his heels -- he wouldn't look back to find out if it was.

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