AI10100
Expert Lurker
Damian Westerian
Interacting with: Arrt Saunders Maree S n o w erzulie
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Weaponry: I.G. sabre, Silver Dagger
Lincoln had trudged back towards them with a blanket and a pillow on hand. He understood the blanket but the pillow was something he didn't quite understand... that was until it was handed to him. Damian gave him a sleepy grin. "You're a godsend Lincoln." He accepted the pillow without hesitation and propped it on top of his knees and in the next moment, his head was on top of it with his eyes closed. Surprisingly, he was only swaying a bit - managing to keep the sit like that despite being halfway out to dreamland.
Then there was a thud and he wanted to bury his head further into the pillow but he just had to check what had happened. He turned to the other team and saw that someone had tackled the other onto the ground and was now pressing a knife against her. Damian thanked his lucky stars that he was assigned to this team who were all mellow. Surprisingly. He looked up at Minerva as she plopped down close to them - aren't they cold? - and then continued to warn them that they should still be careful. Fair. It wasn't like his brain would let him ease up on the battlefield anyway. Javin had also come back to give them a rundown on what he knew about the Romans on the other side of the team. He kept them in mind and couldn't help but steal a glance at the woman with the death aura thing. Fascinating. He wondered if he strayed closer what sort of monstrosities she could conjure.
"I gotta say Minerva..." He said, looking back at the leader of their little team. "You really planned this out well didn't you?" He pointed out. She had the masks for the bombs that Damian hadn't even heard of - and it was even from the Roman side. Damian had to give her credit before knocking out again. So with that said, he returned his head to the pillow and began to doze off but one touch from the others would be enough to jolt him awake - as much as he hated that fact.