Soah stopped walking forward, and glared at Crom. Soah's yellow piercing eyes stared into Crom's eyes, "Damn right, I did." Soah snarled, as he flexed his hand that was covering his wound. Soah could feel himself starting to fully lose himself in the moment. Soah would've been able to control himself, but with Crom taking a aggressive pose, and a challenging tone, it spurred on Soah's deeper desires, "That was just a little bit of what I can do. You're getting ready to see what I can do when I'm [i]really[/i] pissed off." Soah said, with a slightly smirk, revealing his rows of canine teeth. Soah took another step forward, and tore off his bloodied cloak, revealing a amount of muscle he didn't possess before, and his skin was covered in a thicker layer of hair. Soah, with surprising speed, started towards Crom. Soah made a quick grab towards the mercenary's hand that gripped the hilt of his sheathed sword. With Soah's other hand, he stabbed, with his razor sharp claws, into the armored torso of Crom. Soah had enough power and speed to pierce the armor, but it was doubtful he had enough to actually wound Crom with the stab.