The blade strikes again and again against the dull material of the unholy mirror, ringing loudly but doing not much else. Behind Morr, the demon laughs through its coughing fit as the bursts come slower and less harsh. With a final bark of laughter it pulls itself to its feet, swinging at Morr slowly and with enough forewarning his blade manages to meet its own.<br/><br/>"You know nothing, don't you?" it gurgles out as blood begins to ooze from the cuts on its face. It's eye seems to stare straight at Morr's face as it make slow, injured swings at him,heedless of its wounds. As weakened blades ring against one another it draws back a step, laughing. "You don't know a damned thing! You come here for answers? You'll find only despair here! Nothing can save you from yourself! Nothing! Now die!"<br/><br/>With a vicious and renewed strength it lunges forwards, putting all of its unholy might behind its blow.