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_{( If Damian noticed the larger presence, it was only just barely. He was fully engrossed in the fight, aware enough of what was going on around him but not enough to fully pause and look at a shadow that was too high up for him to make out properly. For now, he just allowed himself what he considered the simplest pleasure of life—punching someone straight in the throat. It was a signature of his, because while he could jump up and catch a taller man in the face, it was much more convenient and satisfying to watch them grasp for air and crumple before him.

And so he continued on, not noticing her. )}