The spitting was nothing, if anything it was just another stamp on how CHILDISH the other was. Red eyes flash with humor as he just manages to dodge the headbutt and instead brings the other forward and slamming him against the wall again making sure to watch as his head bashes off it. Marrick wasn’t even trying, he could do much worse as he was older. Probably older than the males father. After all he had not wanted to fight and maybe it was showing in his actions he didn’t know but what he did know was that he was BORED already. ❛ All you are is a little fucking boy trying to grab something that isn’t yours. I can’t wait to watch you FAIL.❜

^{there was no doubt about it that marrick was older : that much was already clear long ago. a reason to why he knew this would be a challenge; when he fought older beings, he had to make a plan, and that took weeks of research, but this was done out of spite more than anything else. something, that shouldn’t have been done in any aspect —- yet, still, all the same, the demon found himself in a losing situation.}

^{head bashed against wall as if he was a child — he was in reality —, pride weakened, and there as nothing he could do about it. though, the hound’s words were correct; he was still a child. one, that had much to learn…. even though he would never admit it.}

^{a reason to all his response ended up being was a deep growl.} 

^{// @proeliatcr​}