[b]Damien winced as the blade pierced his armor and connected with skin. But now he had an advantage. The metal and grafted plating clamped down on the weapon... Diana would have to struggle to get it out... And she couldn't afford to. Meanwhile, Damien reared back with the hook, slicing downwards diagonally. He wasn't out to really harm her, going for limbs over the chest and head. He never sparred with the intent to kill... Maiming was a different story.[/b] [i]"What's wrong, [u]love[/u], cat got your tongue...?"[/i]