[Damian]

[color=FireBrick]"Somehow, I don't think they're interested in telling a story. I actually think they WANTED a fight."[/color] He walks over and retrieves his cutlasses from where he left them and does a magic energy check. He had enough for normal level spells, but releasing any skill locks would push him beyond his limits and put him out for a couple days. Putting the cutlasses back on the counter, then thinking better of it and putting them behind it, he summons the Hercules Blades and rests one on his shoulder. [color=FireBrick]"So, before we send you all packing for the day, mind sharing which Dark Guild you're from so I can add you to my list?"[/color]