Johnathan gritted his teeth. Maybe it was the elvish blood or the knowledge that everything he swore to protect was dead and decimated or maybe it was the berserker like fury that was burning inside of him. His armor felt too heavy and it felt like tiny needles were pricking him all over his body. He stares daggers at the assassin. Then, with a feat of will power, Johanathan manages to stand. He stays up for less than a second before the poison overpowers him and he falls back down to the ground with a loud clang. He grits his teeth and only manages to spit out, "I HATE YOU"