Damian nods in agreement, tapping the hilt of one of his cutlasses and smiling. "I may be new, but I plan on doing my best too. If there's one thing I learned while living with my parents in the Royal Army, its that we should protect and help each other, not lord ourselves over each other." He shakes his head and his hand grips the hilt of the cutlass til the knuckles turn white. "And wizards who would use their magic to kill and entertain themselves like they're gods...they're worse than your normal murderer." Feeling the boat come to a stop on the island, Damian stands and draws his cutlasses, heading for the ramp to the pier right behind Master Jamie.

[i]They're like monsters in human form, using the power they were given for their own selfish needs. It's wrong and it shouldn't happen.[/i] Stepping onto the pier, he summons four sword blades that hover in the hair behind him, waiting til the time when they'd be needed. If there was one thing Damian knew, it's that his battle senses didn't lie, and right now, they were screaming to prepare for combat.