As Soah was able to fully turn back into his human form, he was panting and covered in sweat. Soah was left naked, his remaining clothes being torn from his body as he had turned into a lycan. Thankfully, he was warm for now, but he would soon be freezing once the sweat dried. Soah glanced a look over at Crom while still trying to to catch his own breath. "You gonna live, old man?" Soah said, in between breaths, ending his sentence with a sharp spit. There was still blood residue coating his spittle, but otherwise Soah was completely fine. His wounds were completely healed. While Soah could remember most of the fight, once his full transformation had happened, he had blacked out. He knew it was a tough fight, but for a man to go toe-to-toe with what Soah had become, and still be standing be Soah came back to was impressive. Soah doubled over, and placed his hands on his knees. He was completely exhausted, and almost unable to move. He hated this, but at least he didn't have a lung wound to worry about anymore.