Familiar Figures

Damon looked at Nancy, his eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. 

He had always been aware of Nancy's directness and cunning. She was someone who didn't waste words, and her actions were often calculated.

Hence, this made Nancy quite a formidable foe, and he had no interest in becoming one of her pawns or puppets. Nevertheless, the situation this time had thoroughly intrigued him.

"Figuring out Theobold's goal, huh?" Damon mused, pacing back and forth, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his chin. 

"Theobold is a slippery one, that's for sure. But this time, he messed up quite terribly, especially with how trash his elite soldiers looked when the enemy wasn't even that strong." 

Nancy nodded her head. 

"Indeed, it's clear that Theobold is weakening and his soldiers aren't as strong as in the past. But that's not my point." She responded calmly, shaking her head as Damon seemed to misinterpret her meaning.