Scier continued munching on a sandwich when he heard that there was a battle going on outside, nodding slightly to himself he went to watch the battle between Lazarus and Damian, which was a shocking display of force that he could easily feel where he was sitting on the balcony. Seeing the use of some kind of god magic against Ethereal one certainly was a sight to behold. Yet it wasn't before the climax of the battle that he recalled being in one himself yesterday. Scratching his head slightly he wondered what had happened, but it soon started to slowly come back to him and he went slightly pale as he finally understood why his dagger was missing. The last time he had seen it... was when he left it impaled into Wes... whom now would be dead. Yet he was almost frightened that he felt no remorse today... he had killed another human being... yet he couldn't think about how it was anything different from killing an animal...