Mayt nodded thanks again to Damian, and gladly accepted the ice pact, holding it against his jaw bone. "What did it look like... When we fought?" He was curious, that was an interesting thought. How did the battle look. It didn't really matter, save for maybe aesthetics, but it would be an interesting thing to know. His body still ached, and he had regained enough reason to know that would be true for a while. So much for heading on to do what he was planning, unless he had someone like Sasha round to make sure his head didn't give him any troubles. He had a thought suddenly, but groaned. "Damian... Could you get my sword? I left it outside." He sounded weaker than he meant to, damn. He sighed, and shook his head a little. He didn't deserve nor want to be S class, Lazarus could have the victory. His abilities weren't consistent enough to warrant S-Class