[b]In a flash, Damien's arm blocks the kick, his fingers clenched in his fist as his helmet folds up once more, his swords melting away, the original clenched in his free hand.[/b] [b]Damien sticks out his index finger and middle finger, the air around their tips beginning to pulse and rumble as a super sonic blast suddenly brings the air around the two to an explosive halt. The sound was indescribable, and without their helmet's the noise would have surely hue their brains.[/b]