He dodges each of the slashes, but doesn't expect the final blow. He drops his right khopesh and grabs the staff as he stumbles backwards. He makes eye contact with Artimes, eyes burning. "[color=ffe34c]That's more [i]like[/i] it![/color]" he shouts, driving her backwards with a tight grip on the scythe. He yanks it backwards out of her hands and throws it to the side. "[color=66f4b7]C'mon![/color]" he roars.