On the instant of feeling a painful band around his neck, Damien instinctively froze. He tried with his will to summon up a spell that would grab the company's feet and prevent them from moving, but his magic would not respond to his wishes. He was emotional, he was angry, but he was adult enough to understand the circumstances he was in. He too, had been trained as a soldier and knew the importance of order and how to keep it. Not fully understanding what Elycia had done nor what was expected of her, he had no justification to defend her. The commander hadn't killed her, and this was not his place to intervene. Damien was also a religious man, or had been, and even still, it was his natural inclination to accept his place as a mortal and revere the divine. Natural order did not bother him. It was with these thoughts in mind, and a sword point beginning to pierce his flesh, that he gave in. "I relent, sir." To further his sincerity, he dropped his sword to the ground.