Damon's breath slowly steadied as he watched the Fenrisian stumble and begin to collapse; he smirked sadistically at that even though his thoughts were more relieved than gratified. Well that made my day easier he thought as he watched the security feed. He quickly tapped out a text message to Hank to alert the blue mutant about what may happen soon.
And I gotta replace some steel-panel doors. Shouldn't be too much of a pain in the ass.
But still that slight probability of Ragnar fighting back remained; he kept his rifle in his hands and his eyes on the monitor. Not that Thor and Drake actually need my help but I'm not gonna just sit here if Blackmane just barges in here with chainsaw swinging around. His teeth continued to grind against each other.