Damion wiped his jaw with his hand in an attempt to think and make out what had just happened. Yes, he already knew who this man was, if not his name and actual person. He knew why and what he was, which was an assassin looking to kill him in the most obvious of sense. An assassin sent by the misled people he wronged accidentally. He thought about the changing and the killing once more, even if it was quick. He still felt the pain in his mind about those kills.<br/><br/>He cracked his wrist and any jointed area that would have been slightly affected by a change. He had not specifically turned, but stopping one after a start was like having your arm dislocated. A rather big annoyance in other words.<br/><br/>"Before we go any further Mr..." he searched for a name, but he probably would not have gotten one. So he shrugged it off, it was not important right now anyway. "Whatever, I can guess why you want to kill me... but just in case I am wrong. Why were you sent here? if it was to kill me. Surely you could have done it better then this?" he looked behind him at the shattered glass, then at Arthur. It only took him a second to retrieve the knife out of his leg. Apologizing as he tugged it out quickly.<br/><br/>"I do not enjoy bringing pain, I have a worse opinion on torture and bringing death. This is not a threat but a statement." He spent a few years of his life hiding from such people. "I will do what I have to do to keep the peace. Now, state your business please, who are your employers, why have they sent you after me and who are you? I would much appreciate you to speak something at least."