[b]Damien suddenly spoke up from the pillar he leaned against, smoke floating from his breathing filters as he smoked a cigarette from inside his helmet.[/b] [i]"Too classy for my taste. So, the knightess prowls in a rich man's domain. Guess I should have expected no less."[/i] [b]His mechanical chuckle only outlined his dangerous sadistic need for a good fight. He was primed, sidearm, magnum, swords, rail sniper, and a variety of other equipment.[/b] [i]"Still up for sparring? I'll go easy."[/i] [b]He says only half-jokingly. She was intimidating... But only so much... And Damien always had a way. He adjusted his shoulder pads and padded across the glistening floor, looking at his reflection as his helmet began to arduous task of booting up combat mode.[/b] [i]"What do you say? I'm not one for killing, so I'll keep it friendly. But feel free to take of limbs... If you can."[/i] [b]He grins under his helmet, cracking his knuckles quietly as he awaited her response.[/b]