Damian heard Master Jamie bellow for Jarvis and couldn't help but race outside to find out what had happened. He got there in time to see Wes vanish in a strange light and the new guy, Scier, standing shocked, almost like he was about to fall over. Racing over to him while Jarvis spoke with the master, he guides Scier to a spot off the field to sit down. "Easy, buddy. It wasn't your fault. Trust me, you did well. Just relax." Making sure he wasn't going to pass out without warning, he quickly goes over to where their fight had happened and started looking it over. It then occurred to him he'd never tried to determine the events of a battle involving magic and that he didn't know what kind of magic either one used.

"Right then," he muttered, "this should be interesting." Going where Wes had been lying, the red stains were hard to miss, which worried Damian. That much blood meant a connection with nothing short of a major artery, if not [i]The heart...[/i] Refusing to think that had actually happened, he keeps trying to figure out what had happened based on the scuffs and other marks on the field.