While Soah had increased speed and strength in this form, did this not quicken his reaction time. Soah was surprised at the speed Crom moved, and was caught completely off guard. The blade pierced Soah's abdomen, drove itself fairly deep, but not too deep. This time, Soah felt pain. As Soah glanced down at the blade, he started to growing ever so taller, thicker, and hairy, with features becoming more canine. He glanced back to Crom, now almost a full head higher than the man. "I'm about to hit a lot fucking harder, cunt." Soah managed to snarl out, his voice sounding more like a dog speaking human words, than just a normal person speaking. As the last word came out, Soah spit onto Crom's face, his spittle now colored with the blood that was pooled in his mouth. Soah reared his right hand back, across his chest, and went for a simple forearm slam across Crom's face. Soah's strength was increasing substantially at this point, and the forearm slam would be enough to send Crom backwards. The blade was still buried in Soah's chest, but it seemed start being pushed out on it's own accord.