Crom let out the breath he had been holding in as he made his charge. His blade had pierced the monster. The large furry claw pulled itself from his shoulder and wrapped around his throat. Crom stared the wolf coldly in the eyes, even though he was almost certain the monster couldn't see him at this point. Without so much as a sliver of emotion, Crom twisted his blade inside of the wolf, back and forth. He could feel the strength leaving the monster now, it still had a grip on him, but he doubted it could finish him at this point. The twisting of the blade would likely tear Soah's internal organs, a part of his body Crom seriously doubted was as solid as his exterior. Blood poured from Crom's shoulder, but he paid it no mind. The creature seemed to be defeated. He felt warmth on his hand. The wolf's blood was running out down the hilt of the sword. He kept his eyes locked on the monster's blind eyes.