Haunted Wood We Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

Memory's words washed over him like ice cold water and he blinked, head lifting up and back as he stared at Memory incredulously. "You didn't win anything, you just spilled first blood. I landed more moves and dodged yours" he retorted in a protesting tone, lips curling up in a sneer though he still had a confused expression in his eyes like "wtf dude". He looked Memory up and down and then narrowed his eyes "You want it over with, admit I showed more skill and I'll call this a battle scar" just because he was angry didn't mean he was going to just rip Memory to pieces, he was simply an asshole not a monster. So instead of going off the walls he tried to back Memory into a corner. After all it was the brown furred warrior who had riled him up and he hadn't had a rough fight in so long. He had no idea what Clarence had done to Memory or he may have been a little nicer instead of provoking him into continuing.