It was obvious by the moment of silence following his question that Lisa had horded the list of winners.<strong>”Well, looks like I’m going to head off to find her before she blunders into another trap as a result of her little contest. Since Corpse Corps is not above assassination attempts, I don’t want anybody wandering out alone until daybreak. Wait here until I get back so that we have somebody standing guard over this guy. He might still have information for us. Plus, I don’t want him to get away before I have a chance to follow through with my promise. Though, if I’m not back in an hour it may be a sign that things went awry and may need help, at which point I’ll leave it up to you two to decide what to do.”</strong>With that, the fighter departed the inn and began searching for the kittygirl he was holding responsible for this mess and would be sure to punish her with the appropriate amount of spanking once it all blew over.<br/><br/>Fortunately, Lisa was anything aside from subtle and the catcalls in the distance acted better than anything he could think of. After a few minutes of light sprinting, he found her just as she was approaching a small house at the edge of town. Perhaps the events that have taken place thus far tonight had left him paranoid, but he found the small abode foreboding in the way the curtains were drawn. Too easy to conceal a trap behind them.<strong>”Lisa, wait up!”</strong>Damian called out as he closed the distance, stopping by her side panting for a moment from the exertion while he caught his breath. Once he managed to steady his breathing, he spoke once more.<strong>”We’re going to bring the winners back to our room so we can show the first winner what he is missing out on.”</strong>He elected to omit the possibility of more murder attempts because he felt she was the sort to not really care much about such trivialities.<strong>”Here, allow me.”</strong>The fighter said, moving to the door with his hand raising to the pummel of his sword and drawing it from its scabbard before remembering Sanae’s plea.<em>Right. Knock with fist instead of sword.</em><br/><br/>Following their manager’s request, Damian rested his massive blade casually over his shoulder and used his free hand to strike the wooden door with his bare fist before taking a few paces back to Lisa’s side. The space was a precautionary measure just in case something unwanted tried to jump out at them while they awaited the door to be answered. Even with sword drawn, his posture looked so natural with holding it that it could easily be seen as his usual stage presence pose with prop and all.