[The axe strikes him dead-on, cracking his armor, biting through his tunic and into the flesh beneath. Black blood spurts from the wound, pouring in rivulets down the cracked breastplate and hissing as it splashes onto the colosseum floor.
He stares down at her, nonplussed.]
No. You take what is not yours.
[He rips the axe out of his chest, causing further blood spray, but he doesn't even buckle. It hurts, yes. But he's had worse.
Frost energy envelops both his hands, giving the axe and his runeblade a crackling glow. Ice thickens on the chains, spreading outward onto Johanna's legs; arms; neck.]
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He stares down at her, nonplussed.]
No. You take what is not yours.
[He rips the axe out of his chest, causing further blood spray, but he doesn't even buckle. It hurts, yes. But he's had worse.
Frost energy envelops both his hands, giving the axe and his runeblade a crackling glow. Ice thickens on the chains, spreading outward onto Johanna's legs; arms; neck.]
I grow weary of this.