[BlackThornn]

*blinks, reaching over and grabbing Sword by his collar, throwing him clear of the spell, then, crossing his arms into an X in front of him he throws up a hastey Shell, gritting his teeth heavily as he feels the searing pain wash over him.. he weathers the effects, growling deeply as the spell tapers off, then he drops to his knees, smoke coming up from off of him as he breathes raggedly*

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*he stands up again after a long moment, blinking slowly, but just smirking despite the damage to him* Why don't you try actually fighting instead of using tricks, you honorless dog..

*popping his neck slowly, he turns around, picking up his undamaged sword and moving over to his shack again, kicking away a single piece of lumber and procuring the X-potion that was partially hidden underneath it.. having noted it's position when he was looking for the antidote before.. he swiftly uses the potion, repairing the damage from the Holy spell, then looks over toward Mourdor again* Finish up with Soul, then if you're not dead, we'll have a go.