Once Sasha had sat down with Lazarus, Damian let a tired sigh escape his lips before going up to his room and sitting on the bed to remove his combat boots and officially look at the cuts he'd taken to his legs during his fight with Sasha. Wiggling his toes once they were free from the boots, he took off the leather armor he'd been wearing and his pants, looking over the cuts. The one from the bird bombers was shallow. having skimmed his leg when he was pulling, for lack of a better phrase, offensive defense and dodging while attacking the birds. The slash from the tiger claws, however, were considerably deeper and hurt a bit more. It was nothing he couldn't ignore in the fight, but he didn't want to risk infection.

Finishing undressing and grabbing a change of clothes for the next bout, he steps into the shower and sighs. [i]Lazarus...[/i] The man was more powerful than he let on and could even access what he was calling Devil Transformation magic until he was informed otherwise. "Two types of magic...one common weakness..." He relied on a heavy amount of magic in most of his spells that he'd seen, with the exception of the flame enveloped fists and the beam he'd used. He had a couple spells that might be able to hold against the Tower of Judgement, but he wasn't sure he should employ any of the Alpha or Omega spells too quickly. He certainly didn't plan on staying stationary if he didn't have. Grabbing the soap, Damian sets to washing the cuts and inhales sharply when the soap started cleaning them, the stinging unexpectedly painful.

Finishing in the shower after just a few minutes, he gets out and gets dressed and armed again, going down stairs and taking a seat next to Lazarus and Sasha while keeping an eye on Mayt and listening to the two speak. Something still didn't sit right with him about Mayt's condition.