Nathan didn't move at all as Loxus slashed at him. Blood was sent everywhere he slashed. Nathan's body was a canvas of cuts and blood and the blow to his heart was the final one of Loxus's flurry. Nathan's arm still held its sword outright as if Loxus were still before him...and suddenly Nathan's wounds would begin to heal slowly and the one through his heart would heal itself around the blade. Nathan grinned and began to laugh slowly at first...and soon began to grow into a more maniacal laugh. He turned around, the sword cutting through his flesh as he did so and grasped Loxus's hand, and pushed the blade further into his body. Even then the wounds would slowly heal despite his vast bleeding. "Is that it? For an angel of war...You're starting to fight like one of those sad angels of water."