<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Eivind raised his brow when Vincent made a comment about Blue surrounding himself with 'little guys'. Regardless of size differences, Eivind wasn't worried in the slightest. This wasn't another werewolf, and humans didn't register as a threat to him. Rather, he'd prefer to deal with the situation without aggression. It was becoming more and more clear that wasn't going to be a viable option. Blue was quick to lash out with scathing words. This was different than fighting with his father. Blue didn't have to mind, and he didn't shut down on himself. Eivind could tell he was furious, and Eivind was there if anything serious occurred. He could do and say whatever he wanted, and the wolf wasn't going to discourage his choices. Blue didn't have to take any of what was being given just to deescalate the circumstances.<br/>
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The anger, of course, was growing in Vincent as well. Blue pointed out that Eivind was right; that he didn't like the way he was being touched, and he wrenched his wrist out of his grasp. Without purchase, the other hand fell away and Blue backed closer into Eivind, who was strategically calculating how to use his body to block Vincent, and protect his mate. For a second, Eivind thought he'd finally got it; Blue wasn't into it, but Vincent wasn't done and Eivind wasn't about to turn his back on a potential threat. He was patronizing Blue, and Eivind was doing his best not to lunge for the stupid human. He brought up some personal things that had Eivind seething. Blue's unease worried him the most. There being truth to the words didn't matter. It wasn't information that needed to be brought up and thrown around, mean to demean. Blue had been young, and this guy should have known better. The insults kept coming, and Sig was coming around to Eivind's side, putting a hand on his arm. He could sense the tension in the air, and he could tell the wolf was spring loaded. Eivind didn't lash out at him, though Sig knew it was a definite possibility.<br/>
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“Don't, Eivind,” Sig said softly. No telling if the wolf would be able to stop, and it was just words. Nothing to kills someone over. Daniel had come over to see what the issue was, and Sig glanced to him before shaking his head in warning. Sig knew all was lost the second Vincent was brave enough to put his head on Blue's throat, and instinctively he moved away from Eivind. Nothing was going to stop the wolf after such an open display of aggression towards his mate, and he knew that was exactly what it would register to Eivind as. Not the taunt it was meant to be. It was an area of vulnerability on Blue, and Eivind already wasn't keen on Blue being touched by other people anyway, much less over his throat, <i>squeezing</i>.<br/>
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Blue was clawing at the thick wrist, and Eivind slung Blue into Sig by the back of his shirt before lunging, and meeting the threat directly. There had been plenty of witnesses. Most had already shifted to give some room, or to watch because they were nosy.<br/>
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Though smaller, Eivind had managed to knock the larger man back, his rage all consuming as he sought to punish the offender for touching what was his. For <i>threatening</i> what was his. Vincent understood quickly that he needed to fight back, but Eivind was coming at him from a completely different mindset, and the human was having a hard time catching up. Vincent was considering this just another drunken brawl; Eivind wanted to bash his face in. There was no longer room for insults or taunts. Eivind didn't need to respond verbally. If Vincent wanted to play those games, he needed to deal with the consequences.<br/>
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“Stop, Daniel!” Sig warned, the nurse stepping forward in an obvious attempt to pull the two men apart. He life's work was helping people, but Sig knew he wasn't going to be able to break up the fight without getting hurt himself. Eivind's aggression was likely to turn to him as well. Sig could only watch in horror as Eivind didn't stop. Vincent, like Sig had imagined, didn't go pliant either. Eivind was going to fucking kill him. He didn't think so much about Blue, just imagined that with him being mated to an alpha wolf that he'd have enough sense to stay out of it. Generally, that was the way of things with the pack when serious fights broke out.<br/>
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Daniel went to Sig instead.<br/>
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“Well we can't just fucking stand here!” the nurse shouted. Sig shrugged his shoulders. Vincent brought this on himself. He hoped they could make a good case for Eivind. There were plenty of witnesses. Vincent's attentions had been unwanted, and then he grabbed Blue by the throat. Eivind was defending his boyfriend. Hopefully the jury would agree that Eivind was at least partially in the right if he seriously hurt Vincent. Sig hoped that if the man fell limp, and unconscious, Eivind would stop. The human had other things on his mind though, and was pounding fists in Eivind's kidney, trying to give as good as he got, flat on his back. Eivind didn't seem to register to pain, rather, it only fueled him on. Sig could see in Eivind's expression that he was far removed from the situation, driven purely by instance. Vincent's face was obscured by his own blood, and he was trying to block further blow by covering himself with the other arm, his body a mix of defense and open challenge.</span></span>