Soah caught himself mid-lunge, preventing himself from falling, or running into something else, as he completely whiffed on Crom. Soah then felt a dull pain in his arm. He glanced down and noticed the solider had drove a knife into his skin. It had hardly hurt, but it didn't feel good. Soah laughed for a moment. "Yeah, Johnathon. This could get serious." Soah said, with another laugh. The knife hadn't driven too deep into Soah's arm, due to his now hard, leathery flesh. Soah gripped the blade with his other hand, and placed a thumb near the hilt. As Soah righted himself, he started to press down with his thumb. If Crom didn't pull the knife out, Soah would undoubtedly soon break the knife with his ever growing inhuman strength. "You got a lot more to you than most people I've fought." Soah said, once again grinning and bearing his teeth. After a moment, Soah dived his head forward, attempting to headbutt Crom. While Crom would normally have a few inches on Soah, the transformation had also made Soah grow taller, making him just about eye-to-eye with the old veteran at this point.