The blade slammed into the nearby tree, burying itself hilt deep into the tree, with the point poking out the other side of the bark. As Soah slid, and whiffed into the snow, cursing how quick Crom was. He could hear Crom shift, and Soah glanced up in time to see a blade being stabbed towards his exposed side. Soah rolled slightly, narrowly avoiding the blade. As the blade drove forward, Soah gripped the blade with both hands, as tight as he could. The blade was definitely in good condition. Even now, simply grabbing the blade caused Soah's hands to be sliced up and started to bleed. Soah doubt the damage would be permanent, or even that serious, due to his current state. Soah growled, now to far gone for any sort of banter, and bared his teeth. He attempted to jerk the sword towards himself, and then shoved it back towards Crom, using every inch of his inhuman power. Soah's objective was to shove the hilt of the blade into Crom's chest, and either break the warrior's grip lose, or simply catch Crom off balance.