By the time it was over, Damian was breathing heavily. He walked through the mass of bodies and body parts and retrieved his sword. He didn't bother to put the dying out of their misery nor did he have the conservation to leave one alive. Mother would find out what had transpired. She had her ways.
Not bothering to check his wounds, Damian steeled himself pointed his sword at the girl. "You're still here," he pointed out. "Why?"
It wouldn't be the first time someone would have helped him just to challenge him, but at the moment, Damian had to admit, he didn't appreciate the timing.