[i]"Hey... Don't worry about it. Learned my lesson with the Marshal. I'm speedy, but I'm smart too. I haven't traded that away. Besides, you're a bucket of sunshine and I'd hate to tip it over."[/i] [b]Damien grinned as he pulled his large fur coat off, fully revealing his black armor, which kept him very well hidden... At least what the rest of him looked like. He seemed like the private type anyways.[/b] [i]"Besides, it's sparring... Not killing..."[/i] [b]He shrugged and pulled a cigarette from his cargo pant's pocket, lighting it with a snap of his fingers and then placing it in his mouth. Then, he took his grenade out and drop kicked into the far horizon, his soccer practice finally paying off.[/b] [i]"That is now Dojo security's problem. Shall we?"[/i] [b]He pulls back the door of the sim room and motions Ella inside, leaving his coat on a nearby shelf close to the door.[/b]