"You were the one staring at us." Damien mocked them openly. He knew people underestimated him because of his build and used that as an advantage.

It was his reflexes that got people, tall and lanky and used to running and fighting against the odds. Damien had been walking toward them and now there was intent. Whomever was the closest got it; a sharp jab to the temple, enough to drop someone where they stood in many cases. If nothing else he wore several rings that would make it hurt like hell. Damien is tense, watchful and not at all afraid to brawl. He did it as a job everyday.