Jacob is fortunate Damon isn't putting his all in going after him. Simply leaving a statement, a warning, and a message none will forget soon. He is not to be trifled with, and challenges will be met with force. Despite the bravado, Jacob proves to be as weak and disappointing as other humans.

Damon stalks after him. In no particular hurry, he doesn't need to be after all, but is more than close enough to stop him from any further attempts at casting. The first trick had been lucky, it won't work a second time.

When Jacob falls Damon moves to loom over him, sword still held loose and ready at his side. He scowls down at the man, expression one of obvious disgust. "Pathetic," He rumbles, eyes narrowing. It would be so easy to remove his useless head from his body, leave him twitching on the ground as a grim reminder of what happens to those who cross him.

But it almost isn't worth the effort. Jacob was never a threat from the start. And even if he is annoying and weak, he'll serve a purpose yet. "I should stain this ground with your blood to commemorate your weakness." The sword flicks up, tip held just beneath his chin. "Instead I will let you live, and this night will will remind you that you are powerless against the might of a demon."