Winded by the onset of that surprising and extraordinarily unexpected echo, Damon stood catching his breath over the collapsed body of his original. It had almost been exhausting, that rush of adrenaline and rage as the demon form came free. But unlike Tony he didn't have a mortal wound to contend with.

Instead he had precisely what he'd come for: the Devil Arm, and a new power to master. What a fortunate evening indeed for him. Even more fortunate should someone or someones of actual worth step forward to let him practice that new technique. The locals were fun to terrorize, but pathetic and weak prey. Hardly worthy of that kind of effort.