[b]Damien adjusted his jaw and stood up shakily as he cracked his neck, pressure exploding out as he relaxed what muscles he had left. He had never felt the force of his attack... But Lance had broken his one protection... And now his one good ear was suffering... But the pain was bearable. That was Damien's problem. He had numbed at a young age. Physical pain was just a hurdle he jumped at the beginning of the fight.[/b] [b]But he was clearly waning... His tear ducts began to drip red tears as his entire head sloshed out blood. Mouth, eyes, nose, ears, even his sweat glands. The only reason his brain hadn't popped like a balloon was because of his sensor right above his right temple... He had run pale... But his will was indomitable[/b] [b]Reaching to his side, he unfolded his second sword, a modern looking black that had a purple reflection every time a ray of the sun hit it... Which wasn't much considering the settling dust. Damien swung it in a mock strike and bright flakes of silver and violet floated off... This blade was unnatural and seemed to drink in pain and anguish.[/b] [spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/yX7bcyc.jpg[/spoiler]