The energy blade to his energy center did exactly what it was supposed to, the sudden power surge stunning the corruptions for a few precious seconds, letting him get his mental 'feet' back under him. He then dropped an energy sphere around himself, physically cutting himself off from the others as he turned back inward, raw fury and rage doing most of the work, as he had little else left to toss at them. He mentally roared, as the sundered corruptions rallied, and fought back even as Jashah moved closer. A hundred thousand battlefields ripped across his mind, pulled from his memories, a hundred million empty futures waved in front of him, trying to get him to crack, to weaken, so that they could reunited and destroy this unexpected opponent.<br/><br/>He gave the construct with its blade in his back a powerful mental kick, hurling it back and out of the way, as he gave Jashah a flat, barely sane glare. "When did I ever do anything but? Fighting is my fate. War is my master, Death my mistress, and if this is where I fall and die, then you can be DAMNED sure I am taking these two piss poor excuses for true power with me."