Damian had his sword out and ready even as the smoke bombs burst. He coughed bringing up his free arm to try and cover his mouth and blinked trying to clear his vision. He tensed, expecting an attack and when none was immediately apparent, he turned slightly in confusion. Why would...
The first blow found it's mark and he barely managed to block the second one. Damian attempted to bring his sword to bear but couldn't complete the motion, blocked by the strength of the other man's grip. His wrist was wrenched and the sword fell to the ground.
The rest of the fight was almost ridiculously short. Apparently the Red Hood hadn't been overstating his skills.