Soah tilted his head to the side, and the pommel struck true, striking Soah in the side of the neck. Soah didn't budge an inch. The muzzle on Soah's face was now growing, starting to form an actual dog's snout. Soah glanced down at the sword, and then turned his gaze towards the guard, his eyes now a bright yellow color. "I wonder how hard your family will cry when they see your fucking corpse." Soah said, as he grabbed the guard's arm. His hand was now revealed, veins nearly popping out of there place under his skin, and claws akin to that of a wolf. Soah tried his best to apply a death grip to the guard's arm, using enough strength to hurt the guard. The lust for violence, and the desire to see someone struggle started to overtake Soah. Soah attempted to push the guard's arm back, a little, with only a little of force. Then, with as much strength as Soah could muster, and with a fluid motion, he ripped down as hard as he good, trying to violently pop the guard's arm out of his socket. "Warned you." Soah snarled, in a mock voice.