Blackfeather Woods It's time to play

It was clear to Corvus that this man was in a particularly sour mood, and the manner in which he approached told him he was itching for a fight. His muscles coiled instinctively, though his demeanor remained apathetic yet somewhat amused. Still, he'd rather not suffer serious wounds, especially not now, being the loner he was. The other dark man's quip rolled off his back, just like the rest. Show me, if you can! Corvus returned in a voice oddly not angered, but excited. His fiery eyes burned holes into him, wide with focus and thrill.

He'd begun to move, sensing the man's incoming attack. He beheld the familiar sight of jaws launching right for his face and whipped his head back while sidestepping to his left. Corvus felt the wind from the blow he narrowly escaped as if toying with a coiled snake, hearing the clack of his opponent's jaws in his ear. To return the favor, he himself lunged forwards with jaws parted, aiming to clamp them down on the side of the man's neck just behind his jaw. If able to hit his mark, Corvus would thrash his head wildly to tear flesh and gift pain, refusing to let go without considerable persuasion from his opponent.