With a quiet resolve, he stood up from the bed, his body moving with a lithe grace as he made his way to the closet.
His steps were light and swift, his movements economical as he opened the closet and began searching for his armor and weaponry, his mind already fixed on the mission ahead.
"There's been another attack," he muttered, his words a low rumble as he sifted through the contents of the closet.
His hands moved with purpose, discarding one garment after another as he searched for an outfit more suitable for battle.
As I watched Damon prepare for battle, the urgency of the situation finally dawning on me.
"Another attack?" I blurted out, my voice betraying my shock as I stood up from my chair.
That was what the letter said," Damon confirmed, his voice low as he exchanged his casual clothing for something more suited to the battlefield.