Damian was in ah when Master Jamie said that he was to receive the first S class rank in the guild, and he'd only been a member for three days, which had to be some kind of record for, well, anyone. He'd have stood up to bow if his body wasn't still in shock from the, no pun intended, shocks delivered from Angelo's attacks and so he simply bowed his head. "I-I...Thank you, Master. I'm honored beyond belief." Watching the healer approach, I wave her on to Angelo, who had collapsed onto the ground. "I'm just...resting, is all. Angelo needs you more than I do." Once he was sure the healer wouldn't try and stop him, he forces himself to stand up and walk, retrieving his other saber from where it had been stuck in the ground the whole fight. Grasping the hilt, he see's Sasha had come back downstairs and waived her over, pulling the sword from the ground and putting it in it's sheath on his back before sheathing the other on his waist.

Meeting her half way, he grinned tiredly. "Well, guess I'm S class now. Feels..." He pauses and thinks for a moment before shrugging. "I honestly don't feel any differently actually. Well, I lied, I feel like I accomplished proving myself that I belonged here, but that's it." Heading inside, he practically falls into a chair and just sits there, not moving while his nervous and muscle systems worked out their correlations and everything. Eventually he looked around and spotted Mayt and called out his name. "Hey Mayt! Where were you?" While waiting on a response, Damian orders a drink.