At Damon's predatory smile, Jacob gives a soft hiss of disapproval, almost a scoff if it would have been louder. He fantasises a few dark ideas in his head, but that's all they'll be - fantasies. He's not stupid enough to keep up a fight that will very likely cause his last breath. Damn it, anyhow.

He watches as the sword is returned to Damon's side, silent, releasing just a bit of the tension in his shoulders. He takes a few steps backward. He turns away at Damon's dismissal, watching Damon from the corner of his eye before judging it safe enough to keep his back turned to the monster. He starts to walk away, trying to keep his legs steady. He'd jog if he could, but he still feels a little weak from the battle. So, instead, he does his best to walk, head up, shoulders back. If he can't run, might as well walk dignified.