Soah shook his head, as Crom made separation and drew his blade. The headbutt had felt good, and only served to help awaken more of the beast in Soah. Soah snarled, as he reached for his side, and gripped his short sword. "Alright then." Soah said, as he growled. In a quick flourish, Soah unsheathed his short sword, and in one fluid motion, flung the sword towards Crom's head. The sword would either miss, and hit a tree, or connect. If the sword connected, the force behind the throw was more than enough to take Crom's head clean off his shoulders. As soon as the blade had been flung, Soah charged forward, and attempted a diving tackle at Crom's waist, trying to drive the stone wall of a man into the ground. If Crom kept Soah at a distance, Soah would be more cut up than a turkey dinner. While Soah knew he could take that kind of punishment, he was still cognitive enough to realize that it wouldn't be a smart move. Crom might not be as strong as Soah, right now, but the man still looked as if he had the capacity to fell a tree with his sword.