Soah was surprised at the strength the old man had, but he knew if he could get in close, he could overpower Crom. Soah watched as the thin blade came hurtling down towards him. Soah, his features growing ever more canine, raised his hairy, leathery forearm. The blade slammed into the forearm of the beast. If the blade had been of a thicker size, it's possible it might of cleaved more than half way through the arm. The sharpness, though, helped the blade pierce through the forearm, and it now found itself wedged into the werewolf's arm, almost half way through. Dull pain shot through Soah, which did nothing but keep spurring the beast that was growing. As Soah stoof up, Soah used his forearm to shuck the blade to the side, bring the blade down and out of the way. The blade could be brought out, but only with a good tug at this point. As the blade was brought to the side, Soah aimed a punch at Crom's face, more specifically at the nose of his opponent. The punch had more than enough strength to break the nose, and severely daze Crom, and maybe even knock him off balance.