Thrusting his sword through the heart of the creature he attacked, he watched as it fell, with the one accompanying it on the retreat... which Damen allowed. Panting and breathing deeply, the adrenaline rush he experienced during the duel, and this last confrontation, the blond acolyte's fatigue was catching up with him... and winced as he found himself collapsing to a knee. He felt a sharp pain to his hip all of a sudden; it seemed the heat of the moment caused him to overlook an injury, and he could see that his leather clothing was slashed near the hip, some blood continuing to spill through and soaking the top, though it was otherwise mostly sealed up. He got reckless... then he recalled during one of the exchanges with the knight that Damen was kicked back, and was slashed at from the side. He thought he felt a sting then, but thought nothing of it at the time.<br/><br/>"Camp would be the best choice... It would appear I did get a bit too reckless, however... What was I thinking, charging a knight like that when Imos had the advantage with range on his side...?" Damen didn't know the answer, shaking his head a bit all the while. "I think I'll be fine, however; the damage doesn't appear severe, just a flesh wound... none of my important innards seemed to be harmed. But, it's clear I am not as great a tactician as my father was... Lady Lydalia, if you would, lead us from here on out." Damen took a deep breath as he spoke these words, as Armos, the blond's chocobo companion, made it's way over to them, pressing it's head against his chest.<br/><br/>"Just, be... be careful, Armos." Damen spoke to his feathered friend, stroking the top of the large bird's head, causing the creature to shake and let out a coo of a 'Kweh~', his feathers fluffing out for a brief moment, before settling once more. "We got to check with that; I can't have you be a coward when battle is at hand... you would've been a great assistance to Piero and Lydalia." Damen expressed with a light chuckle, before turning to face the others. It was just them to do these missions as a group... it was very small, when armies could linger anywhere and everywhere in large numbers, and many with great talent. Damen felt his tactical skills were insufficient for the cause, as it led to a couple injuries here. Nonetheless, they achieved victory, and the moogle was unharmed... A little shaken up by the looks of it, but unharmed nonetheless.