The power of a slap!

The air froze as the two brothers looked at each other. One with contempt and murder and scream, the other with rage and calmness. Daenys felt the shivers run down her spine, looking at her elder brother. 

Something is wrong with him. This was not the way the old Damien reacts. He would've avoided confrontation with anything at all but this...

Then images of him saving her from the frenzied mob played in her mind. He had used ice magic at that time and she never got the chance to explain how he was awakened. She felt odd and wondered why.

Then Daemon screamed and lunged at Damien.

It was so fast; it was hard even for her to keep track of him, but she saw it. She clearly saw the way Damien casually sidestepped, grabbed Daemon's hand, and throw him into the air. 

Daemon crashed on the ground. He lay there for a moment, before repeatedly pounding hard on the ground in frustration. He screamed, and yet Damien was calm.