Damian watched the other move, so he had managed to get out of the way once more. Chuckling, he watched the tree line. No sooner had the other taken off, that a small knife was heading in his direction. He held up a hand, letting the blade hit his hand, catching it. The bit of a sting from the blade caused him to momentarilly frown. His tollerance was still needing to be built up again, after being stuck in the prison so long. He slipped the blade from his hand, before looking at the slight bit of blood that was upon it now.
The other would not be able to see with his hand down, but the wound was already beginning to close up slowly from his hand. "Come now kitty....where are those claws of yours" he smiled, "I'll give you a shot...I wont move from this spot." He spread his arms out to the side with a smirk, as if daring the other to come in close for an attack. A free hit was a hard chance to pass up, so he was curious if the other would take it or not. If he did, Damian would keep his word and not move. If he chose not to and to keep his distance, Damian's tactics would have to shift. Either way, he would get to try out some more magic with his opponent. So it was a win win in the end.