Mayt sighed when he was stopped by Damian. "Right, okay, I'll stay here." He went and sat back down where he was, taking another sip of his drink. He looks around nerviously until Damian asks the kind of magic he uses. "I control energy." He said simply, thinking on how he should elaborate. "Heat, movement, light, that kind of thing. Though, It can be unreliable at times, especially when I try to use it on the spot. Say, an arrow is flying at me, I can potentially stop it mid flight, but if I don't see it, or I don't have enough time or I'm just not lucky, it'll still hit. I can also only use it within a short distance of myself." He doesn't have a way to demonstrate this, so he just holds his hand up and tries to generate a small fire like he did before with the heat he has gathered around him. It fails this time, and he looks a tad embarrassed. "Though, for some reason, I can sort of use my sword as a conductor for my magic. An extension, of sorts, and it tends to work better through it. I can also use people, but that's less effective. But it allows me to drain people of their heat if they get to close, and I have reason too. But, I still don't have complete control, so I may do more than I mean to, or less. It's interesting at times, but I try not to rely on it too much, I have a couple scars from when it didn't work.

"And it looks as if Larzarus is here, so we can talk more after the fight. Good luck with Lazarus, he's tough." Mayt stands up and heads for the courtyard, making his way to a spot to watch the battle that's a bit back. He didn't give Damian any hints, he doubted he'd need them. This would be another one of those close and difficult fights, like his with Lazarus had been.