[center][h2]Damian Gerard|Belka Graveyard[/h2][/center]
[center][@Lugubrious][/center]

Damian took a surprised step back and his hand went up to Durandal's hilt, an inch of the blade coming free before he caught himself. However, he didn't sheathe that inch of blade. As he goes to say anything in response to the young man's revelation, there is a sound that catches his attention and that of those around him. Turning, he cringes at the sound of the abomination, his magic flaring instinctively between him and it. [color=FireBrick]"Holy Nine Circles of Hell, what is that thing?!"[/color] He had little time to contemplate that as a black mist rolled over them all and suddenly Damian could feel...something wrong with his head. He wanted to give up hope and lay down and die.

But that wasn't who he or Phoenix Wing was. He could feel something about the mark on his hand protecting him as the feeling of hopelessness receded between the protective magic within the mark and his own will power, though whether it was gone or not would be known after everything was done. He turned immediately to Ni and Eliza. [color=FireBrick]"So...anyone bring cannons?"[/color]

[center][h2]James Hunt|Crocus City Park[/h2][/center]
[center][@Lunarlors][/center]

James heard the spell called out behind him and sidestepped, allowing it to instead impact the man's ally instead before countering with a Holy Lance towards, him the spear of holy magic appearing to have been launched like a ballista bolt. He would then unleash another blinding spell on the pair and remove himself from between them, keeping himself ready defensively.