Damian shrugs, finally sitting down and letting himself rest, his ribs making a popping sound again. "Not much I can do for him. I don't use any kind of fire magic, otherwise I would be all over it." Drawing one of his own swords, the cutlass on his hip, he got out a whetstone and set to sharpening it again, though not very loudly. He'd learned how to sharpen it with various degrees of strength to affect the amount of noise it made. "Your bout with Lazarus, was...it was intense, for sure. You held your own without an issue, but it definitely looked like it hurt when Lazarus caught you with that left hook. Haven't even thought to check your teeth."