Damian smiles to Sasha and nods to Lazarus before addressing Sasha's question. "It was different from what I was expecting for a first job. I just wish I could have done more." He slides his cutlass into the sheath on his waist and leans back with a heavy sigh. "Damian Gerald. I use Blades Magic." he summons the little knife blade and spin it on the tip of his finger by the tip of the blade. Sighing again, he leans back and closes his eyes with one arm behind his head. "I normally set them up for a Blade Rain, but I used a lot of magic energy in those bigger attacks before the Ragged Brotherhood got away from us. In other words," he chuckles, "I'm actually kind of tired."

[i]Eight years...eight years of training and practicing and perfecting all to get beat by the first competent wizard I meet. Absolutely pathetic...And in my effort to catch them, I may very well have left villagers to die...Good god, I screwed up...[/i] Dispersing the knife blade, I lean forward again with a sad and disheartened look on my face.