Soah's clawed hands found it's mark, but he didn't stop there. The man would still be alive for a few more moments before suffocation and blood loss took his life. Soah pulled his hand out of the man's throat, and grasped the man's head with both hands, now. Soah forced the man's last moments of life would be staring into the eyes of Soah. With a mighty tug, and a crunch as Soah crushed the man's skull, Soah pulled the man's head from his bottom. Soah wielded the head in one hand, now, as he turned his attention back to the rookie guard. He lifted the head up for the whole audience he had gathered to see. Soah then dropped the head, and slowly advanced towards the guard, until the rookie's blade touched Soah's chest. Soah glanced down at the blade, and pressed his chest up against it, until it torn through his fabric, and drew blood. Soah grinned at the man holding the blade. His heart pumped faster as Soah thought of all the ways he could twist and tear the man's face apart. Soah went for a quick slash, with his left clawed hand, aimed for the open flesh on the guard's face.