Soah instantly spat on the ground. "Go fuck a bag, Crom." Soah said, his voice heavy with poison. "Take a walk down another alley." Soah added, as he stood his ground. Soah was too exhausted for this, but he had felt this feeling before. Being constantly hunted, and always having to have your guard up taught you how to shut the exhaustion out and keep moving. Soah had transformed at least three times in the past half day, he had trekked through a mountain pass, and he had been stabbed in the chest twice. All he wanted was to lay down and rest, but here was Crom, showing Soah that letting the guard down for a moment was the wrong thing to do. Soah starting walking towards Crom. While Soah's stance was aggressive, he wasn't tensed up, as if ready to attack. Soah had no intentions of hitting, or killing, the old man at this point. Soah wasn't even for sure if he could swing a punch accurately at this point. "Just who the hell do you think you are, old man?" Soah spat, as he kept walking towards Crom.