Damien was not fazed by the Angel's deceptive words; there was no chance they were all present without some knowledge of the first Relic of Asra and its possible location. A stronger group of Angels would be a shame to waste in battle, unless it was something equally compromising, hence his present situation. He knew exactly where to go for this one, having sent out one of his soldiers long before to scout the exact location of the item and be on stand-by until he arrived. He would then give one of his many signals before the retrieval of the item to allow his soldier to know either to wait behind for more news or to return to his post on the battlefield.

The Angel leader held his stare every time he caught her eyes. He had to commend her for her bravery as well as sticking to her position.

"Whether I know of their location is none of your concern. After all, you've just found out of their existence, yes? Amazing what you learn when you're on [I]vacation[/I], a getaway from the massacre of your garrison. Oh, what a shame."

His lips turned up into a knowing smirk, his eyes shifting momentarily to the small flock of Angels on stand-by. The one who recognized him seemed a bit angrier now. Perhaps he hit a nerve somewhere.