A vacation? Oh? In the exact same place that one of the five relics resided? Damien was no fool; the Angel's taunting would get her nowhere with him. It would become more of an annoyance before ever angering him to the point of action.

His sight through the demon spawn became rather useful when the Angels decided to attack, all forming a circle around the creature before charging all at once. Their blades were quick to strike and quite effective with every hit. Of course, they didn't go without their own injuries. If he didn't know any better, he'd say the lot of them were becoming worn out. And they were of a higher power grade? If it were in Damien's nature, he would have laughed at such a notion.

His closer sight was now gone, as was the pawn he had possessed, fading into black ashes before disappearing altogether. This, however, did not hinder his hearing or the shouts being issued against him from the leader of the group. Damien glared as he jumped from his perch, his feet making barely a sound aginst the earth. He moved toward the Angel, red eyes locking with her own.

"A coward you may think me, but I can assure that if I wanted you dead, you would have already been gone from this existence."

He paused several yards away, glancing to the group as a whole. It seemed that one of the Angels knew of him, if the haunted look and tense glare being sent his way was anything to go by. Good; that meant he had taken down several of the flock that one Angel had been with in the war, if not almost all of them.

He looked back to the leader once more. "You seek the Relics of Asra."