Damien was going to go crazy! While he had always thought himself song, he had found someone who volunteered to help him get stronger. He was jumping in delight out of the prospect of fighting since he had not fought in a very VERY long time. He missed the excitement, the rush and the sound of metal clashing against metal. TO be deprived of such aspects had turned out to be a negative thing since he had become reduced to a savage, snarling animal that needed to fight.
He was wearing an intricate set of armor made out of celestial bronze that was colored black. He wore a suit of high-quality leather under his armor, and his gauntlets's finger guard is pointed so he can penetrate most surfaces with ease with a thrust of his hands. He used a set of full armor, which includes sturdy greaves and gauntlets, ornament pauldrons, a robust breastplate with the face of a tormented soul in the middle, and a helmet with no vizor, that had hair-horse top colored red.
While he waited for his partner to arrive he remained calm and composed. He didn't want to give off the wrong impression. He was excited for his fight yet would not allow his desires to make him go crazy. He crossed his armored arms over his breastplate and snarled. Where the hell was the volunteer! He wanted to fight now! Still, he did not make a riot. He just closed his eyes and continued to breath in and out like a tiger waiting for his prey.
He was wearing an intricate set of armor made out of celestial bronze that was colored black. He wore a suit of high-quality leather under his armor, and his gauntlets's finger guard is pointed so he can penetrate most surfaces with ease with a thrust of his hands. He used a set of full armor, which includes sturdy greaves and gauntlets, ornament pauldrons, a robust breastplate with the face of a tormented soul in the middle, and a helmet with no vizor, that had hair-horse top colored red.
While he waited for his partner to arrive he remained calm and composed. He didn't want to give off the wrong impression. He was excited for his fight yet would not allow his desires to make him go crazy. He crossed his armored arms over his breastplate and snarled. Where the hell was the volunteer! He wanted to fight now! Still, he did not make a riot. He just closed his eyes and continued to breath in and out like a tiger waiting for his prey.
- Damien's suit of armor: