Indeed they are things Tony could say, if he didn't have the heart and understanding that he does. Damon has no such compassion.
Hmm, magic? He tilts his head to the side in mild curiosity, but the sword doesn't waver. Sure, he's temporarily dulled the edge, and instead given him a bludgeoning tool. Well if that's how he wants to die. "Hnph, bold words. But ultimately meaningless. You have nothing to enforce that with." He'd continue but...
Then there's the shrill shriek of that damnable harpy. If anything could give Damon a migraine it'd be her. With his free hand he reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Really. Really?
"Oh good. It's the loud one." He drawls in disgust, leveling the flattest look at her. Oh, yes, a kitchen knife. He's terrified. A flash of red-black light surges through the sword, effortlessly shattering the enchanted ice, which he then flicks in her direction. "I think I'll silence you first, screeching banshee."
With blinding speed the sword flicks out, aiming to knock the knife from her hand. He's not even going for a kill yet, he's toying with them like a cat with a cornered mouse. What a loud mouse it is. Maybe more like an angry shrew.
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Hmm, magic? He tilts his head to the side in mild curiosity, but the sword doesn't waver. Sure, he's temporarily dulled the edge, and instead given him a bludgeoning tool. Well if that's how he wants to die. "Hnph, bold words. But ultimately meaningless. You have nothing to enforce that with." He'd continue but...
Then there's the shrill shriek of that damnable harpy. If anything could give Damon a migraine it'd be her. With his free hand he reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Really. Really?
"Oh good. It's the loud one." He drawls in disgust, leveling the flattest look at her. Oh, yes, a kitchen knife. He's terrified. A flash of red-black light surges through the sword, effortlessly shattering the enchanted ice, which he then flicks in her direction. "I think I'll silence you first, screeching banshee."
With blinding speed the sword flicks out, aiming to knock the knife from her hand. He's not even going for a kill yet, he's toying with them like a cat with a cornered mouse. What a loud mouse it is. Maybe more like an angry shrew.