Henry swore as he felt the fire start burn through the metal pauldron on his leather armor. He store it off as quickly as he could, throwing it in the Hun bastard's face, hoping to distract him for a moment. He bellowed as he slashed at the man's neck, then rolled sideways from the inevitable counter attack.

"Feelin' sick there, Fritz? Quesy, light-headed? Radiation, ya sick Nazi bastard. It's a real bitch." He taunted, knowing it was for the best to keep this asshole's attention so that someone better with magic could get the job of killing this ship done.