Damian hadn't even really been paying much attention to the other when he pulled away, his arm hitting nothing but air in the process. He blinked a bit, then looked up at the other in the tree. He threw a knife down at him, which caused his instincts to kick in and for him to take his own move back from the other. This was getting a little bit more paced, but still seemed to be just a game of dancing around. The other made the comment about him losing his focus and he smiled a bit. The other had noticed his bit of distraction eh? He needed to focus more on what was at hand. He rubbed the back of his neck a bit, and nodded. "Can't help it after being held up with only thoughts for so long" he said, his smile never fading from his lips. "Come down from there little kitten and lets continue" he teased a little. The other still smelled like one of those things, even if he swore he was not one. The marks on his arm reminded him a bit of one to, odd, though now was not the time for thoughts again. He pushed them from his head for now, focusing on the task at hand. Fighting this guy, this was what he needed to do and what he would do. His instincts and inner wolf once more setting into motion, the feeling of the animal inside wanting to get out was deffinetly apparent.