Damian expected everything.
He expected that, Gerard won’t go down that easily and that, he would put up a fight until the end. It is purely because of this reason that he was able to dodge the insanely dangerous attack. Holding on to the hilt of his sword which was still buried on the flesh of the juror.
“Thank you for all you taught me.” He said as, in a quick and fluid motion, he took off this sword and spun his body – hitting the legs of the juror who was forced to his knees. Damian then followed by a horizontal swing to the head of the juror. The last thing which Gerard was able to see before everything turned to darkness.
“That was splendid work Damian.” Astarte said as he began clapping. As if everything he saw was nothing more than a form of entertainment.
“Thank you your emine
