Damian didn't so much as flinch when the daggers sailed in his general direction only to veer way off course.  Though he did blink in bewilderment as he fell to the ground entirely unconscious.  The moment of confusion snapped him out of his enraged state making him feel worn down for a few seconds while he recovered from the rush of adrenaline.  "Did... Did I just scare him into having a heart attack?"<br/><br/>Taking a few cautious steps closer to the man just in case he was faking, Damian was about to poke him with his sword to see if he really was unconscious before he realized poking with a sword was actually called stabbing.  Although the man certainly deserved it, there was a chance he would still be of some use to them, so he took a few more paces closer and nudged him with his foot.  It was obvious enough he was out when he flipped him over with the same foot, but the gradual rise and fall of his chest indicated that he was still alive.<br/><br/>His expression remained confused as he glanced over his shoulder towards Lisa when she made her remark.<strong>"Men?  There were more involved?"</strong>Damian's eyes narrowed to slits as they played over the rest of the bar's patrons.<strong>"Who else was it?"</strong>