Crom cursed at his ineffective slash as the monster turned. For a moment Crom froze. He had never seen anything like the abomination that stood before him now. All of Soah's human features had deteriorated into the feral characteristics of the snarling nightmare inches away from the soldier. He shook off the fear. Dying was not an option. he would not be bested, especially not by an animal, not until he had done something, anything, to repair his failures. Soah swung one of his great claws towards Crom's face. The Esterlian leaned away, bending his back to avoid the danger. He misjudged the length of the claws, and he felt one of them nick his face as it passed. Blood dripped from the scratch. Crom jutted his blade forward towards Soah's chest with extreme speed, and pulled it back just as quickly. The attack wasn't as strong as the last few, but it was far too quick to be grabbed. Crom moved his feet quickly, moving from side to side. He threw another sharp jab at the wolfman's stomach. He didn't know if wearing the creature down would win the fight for him. Crom knew he had to make some sort of definitive headway quickly or he would almost surely die. he threw another stab towards the werewolf's knee.