( Damian's eyes lifted, fixing Jon with a sharp, cold stare. )

Don't pretend you know me, Pretender. I will do what I must to prove I am worthy of the League of Assassins and all that entails. ( His hand moved at his side, twirling a blade carefully until the hilt rested in the gloved palm. ) If you intend to stop me, you won't live to regret it.