Rough Justice

The look of fury on the brute's face in response to his scathing words told him he had done exactly what he wanted in getting under the Commander's skin. He knew there was no avoiding this "punishment" or whatever Alastor was going to deem this at this point so if he was going to take a beating then he was going to give Alastor a real reason to do it. He braced himself as Alastor charged him, the air quickly getting knocked out of his lungs as he was shoved and pushed till he was knocked clean into the rocky wall of the mountainside. He pushed back against his attacker, the sounds of growls and snarls filling the morning air, but he was outmatched in his current condition and he knew it. He was stubborn and arrogant, but he wasn't an idiot. He was slammed into the rock with a grimace and he snarled, taking the hits and feeling the hard impacts into his sides and ribs while he reached with a large bear-like paw for whatever parts of Alastor he could reach, swiping and cutting into his shoulder and the side of his neck between the impacts until he had to let the retaliation go in order to have any hope of staying on his feet.

That didn't last long, however, when Alastor's paw suddenly gripped his skull. When his head impacted the rock his ears immediately began to ring again as a blinding pain cut through his head, making his vision spin and blur a bit. Part of that spin and movement ended up actually being the fact that Alastor pulled him to the ground, but he didn't really realize that until after several heavy impacts when he finally realized it wasn't the side of the mountain that he was being thrown into any more but the rocky ground. At some point the scent of blood reached his nose again, but this time he knew it was his own. When the movement stopped and it was replaced with a constant pressure instead, Deimos grimaced, breathing heavily through gritted teeth against the sharp, stabbing pain that laced through his skull.

There was nothing Alastor could have said to him or threats that could have been dealt that would be worse than what Deimos was already thinking about himself—with what little capacity for thought he had at the moment. Still, there was no avoiding the lovely images that Alastor painted for him of what would happen to him should he ever harm Ikigai again. He didn't know what had made Alastor so fucking protective over his mate, but he was so he supposed there was no avoiding this now. He didn't have any intentions of doing something to Ikigai again, but he'd certainly need to be more careful about things in the future. If he was trying to save his own hide he'd probably keep his mouth shut—but Alastor's pointed insistence to not say anything else about his marriage or Relm was just too good to let go. Even though he had been irritated with his sister and the pressure she was putting on him yesterday, his loyalty was always to her first so if he could get a dig in on Alastor when he knew he was already going to get injured by the furious brute then it felt like it was worth it.

"Why are you so bothered by me talking about your marriage?" he muttered under his breath with a scoff, fighting against the pain from his claws and the hard pressure he was putting down onto his skull. "Are you just mad that I can fuck your wife better than you and she just settled for you instead?"

"Deimos Medacium"