[b]Damien says nothing, extending a hand until metal collected in his palm, taking the shape of his firearms, adhering to him accordingly, the process repeating with his equipment. His sword was still at his side, the other one still embedded inside him.[/b] [i]"Suit yourself..."[/i] [b]Damien sighed and turned his head slightly, his helmet calibrating slightly with each little movement. With a tap of his wrist, back panels opened up and his thrusters burst to life, lifting him up quickly as he held in the air, looking around at the chaos... For a moment he thought about trying to fix it... But such a task was... Finite.[/b] [b]For a moment he thought about passing words... But nothing came to mind. Nothing came to mind... And his head was pounding...[/b] [b]Instead he dropped near the gate of the arena, checking his equipment once more before his body slowly melded away as his cloak hid him away.[/b]

[i] Lance sighed, running his hands over his face as his swords vanished into thin air, hidden away until they were needed again. Lance surveyed the wreckage, shaking his head. Damien was probably off to drink himself into a coma, and Lance thought about doing the same..[/i]