With more fuel thrown into the pyres of the inevitable battle; Damon sharpens his gaze. The grip upon his dual blades tightened, suffocating to the touch. His intentions were as clear as day, it was just if Thomas caught those intentions - would the fun start, and start it did. Smoke and white prosperous blurred night sky, screening the entire area in makeshift smoke. If sight was the one thing Thomas wanted to disable, so be it. The human had preferably five different senses, take one of those senses away; leaves the four others. There he stood, motionless, and determined. The rocket Thomas had shot hissed through the air, a very visible sound, and with enough focus, Damon singled it out. What he had seen before was longer visible, though, with enough focus of his hearing and memory patterns, Damon predicted Thomas’ every move.
As the rocket commenced, Damon performed a short handspring to the left, evading the rocket. Though the missile wasn’t the only thing that came to his senses, but Thomas as well. With a predicted kick to his spine, Thomas lept out of the grazing smoke only for Damon to evade it by performing a short backflip, allowing the Crimson Hood to flail right under him. Though once landing on his feet, another threat came into his heightened vision, a bullet. With a smirk, Damon raises his forearm guard, deflecting the stray bullet, leaving both him and his armor unscathed.
Holstering one of his sacred blades, Damon shoots Thomas a masked grin. If Thomas was going to shoot at Damon the entire fight, so be it. He needed to close the distance, so that’s what he planned to do. Without another second to waste, Damon rushes Thomas full force. Equipping and tossing a dozen stray shurikens at the masked vigilante as a distraction. Though the shurikens weren't the only plan he had. With a half forced pounce into the air, Damon utilizes his free left leg to kick off of the wall the laid near the two combatants and uses his right to attempt a lighting kick into the jaw of the masked vigilante.