The other was close now and getting closer. Muscles throughout Damian's body began to tighten, ready to move at a moment's notice if need be. Even if the other didn't know about his imortality and he did, it did not stop him from the natural instinct of trying to avoid harm most the time. He could still feel it all after all. Before when he used to fight a lot, he had built up a pretty strong resistance to pain, so he could handle most wounds and heal without even flinching. Being locked up for years though, he had not felt that pain in awhile. That was why training was also important, he needed to toughen up again.
Movement to the side, something was coming at him. The man was coming as well, the scent of both anger and adrinaline coming from him. He turned his body, reaching up with a hand to grab the blade that was hurling towards him. It was a fluid movement, catch and return. He doubted it would hurt the other, but it would force him to either have to stop and block, or change his strategy on a seconds notice. That second, would give Damian time to move back, to prepare himself again. He watched the blade flying back at its owner, pushing himself up to stand, facing the other full on now.