"Both work!" she called back, yelping as a skeleton drew blood.<br/><br/>Armag staggered under the flurry of blows, but he seemed to keep standing purely through supernatural power and sheer spite, especially as the sword began to thrum with an ominous power. He bellowed, as he swung again at Nordri, landing another blow, with a terrible laugh - that was cut short as a gout of blood emerged from the back of his throat, the spraying blood showing Nordri had stabbed the barbarian warlord through the throat. He still continued to try to fight for another couple of seconds, his body refusing to die, before finally slumping to the ground, lifeless, the sword clattering to the stonework, the blood splattered on it fading surprisingly quickly.