Demon took a moment to pause, to truely see the situation before him.... both were bloody and tired, and he was pretty sure that Nori was right... if they continued they would both die.
It was not defeat to accept this, no, it was simply delaying the end result of the fight. He could accept that.... just. "Then from this day forth, you are my rival. Nori, wolf of the Shadows." His voice was tender but he held it as strong as he could, he could allow himself to break down and feel the truth of his injuries soon... but a show of weakness even through such injuries was unacceptable.
He turned, a risk he knew but one that he took any way. Nori was limping badly, he would hear the fool coming if he tried something. It was an effort though, his wounds stung and protested each movement but he forced them to continue. Grunting from the excersion.