With a renewed and increased speed, Soah gripped the blade before it reached his throat, stepping the thrust dead in it's tracks. Soah was still growing, and he could feel himself becoming stronger as he gripped the blade in his huge hands. With Soah's hand that had just swung at Crom, he reached down and sent a devastating punch to the sternum of Crom. With both of Crom's hands on the blade, it would be difficult to block the punch, which had considered force behind it, enough to make Crom's armor almost entirely ineffective. The battle was getting out of hand quickly, and it was evident that Soah was in no way going to stop his rampage, and with the still increasing quickness and strength, Soah was becoming more deadly of an enemy by the second. Soah was now nearly 6'7'', and complete transformation was starting to form. Not much longer, and Soah would be completely feral. As Soah sent the punch into the chest of Crom, he used his other hand and yanked up on the solider's sword. The thin blade barely even fit in Soah's hand at this point, but the main goal of trying to separate weapon from man was what Soah was aiming for.