As the building was coming down, Daamon wasn't all too worried, nor was Kaiya. "He reminds you of your old self, doesn't he? Relying on a berserker state to fight and gain power. You want to see where he takes his journey, too, don't you?" Daamon let out a small smirk, "I guess you can say that. I need someone worthy to fight. As much as I enjoy this luxurious living, I do tire of daily routine. If this kid has the potential I feel from our battle, then it'll make it worth it, even if he's the one to kill me." The two exchanged their words soft enough that the rumbling of the collapsing restaurant covered all hint of their conversation. "But it looks like he's dying to fight some more. He's stuck in his berserker." Daamon sighed as his face returned to its original state, void of anything. He then turned and rushed towards Reno and Rigor, seeming to be a blur of black shadow. Daamon expected Rigor to be defensive, so he whipped around falling debris and got behind the two. He then removed the chains from his pants for the first time outside of changing to new pants, and they circled around Reno and Rigor, with himself on the outside. Daamon shouted through the loud noise as debris were destroyed and crumbled safely away from the two, "This is a holy embued chain. Give it to the little one when he comes to. It is indestructible and protects its user for a short period of time. There's a wait time of 5 minutes after each use, so be sparing. We'll meet again soon enough." In anyone's point of view, Daamon's figure was seemed to be crushed by a large, falling piece of ceiling. However, Daamon merely had dashed out, weaving through continually falling debris, running his hardest to remain just a faint blur. Once outside, Daamon and Kaiya stood over the roof of one of the single-story buildings nearby. "So should I tell the mayor to cancel?" Daamon shook his head, "No. I'll still take on Lira and Max if they are the rumored guards, but we will leave the witch to those two. We'll watch the fight and just take the witch's artifact." Kaiya poked at Daamon's face with a very instigating look on her face, "Or are you worried about him?" Daamon scoffed and began looking around on where they haven't searched yet, "I can give less of a damn about that kid."