'Because magic' was the bane of his life, Javik. Also the reason he could exist, so staying too irritated at it just didn't seem like a good idea. But once the defect of the skeletons had been discovered, he didn't waste much more time dallying around. Nor did the guards or Fernando, all following their lord's lead and knocking heads off to stomp on or crush with clubs. Even those being attacked, though the number was dwindling, were doing their part in trying to help knock skulls off into waiting hands, relieved when the skeleton trying to kill them suddenly fell apart.

Not that all got away without injury. There were plenty of those, one bad enough to need to be carted off to the clinic, bad off enough that Damon might have to go and offer blood to heal them after he was done. God, the life of a leader. So tiring.

But destroying things? That helped him. Position or not, Damon still had his grievances, and this was a cathartic way for him to work out his stresses. He lingered on the last few bodies, breaking arms and ribs and legs before crushing the head. He didn't get to destroy and hurt and hunt like he was used to. He was an authority figure now, for all that it meant crap to him. He couldn't just go out and be a vampire. This? Helped a little.