The man sneers and leans away from your strike fairly easily in spite of his grievous wounds, and he retakes some of that fighter's stance.<br/><br/>"You know nothing, Elf. You think you do... but you've already lost."<br/><br/>Victory in his eyes and a second wind in his lungs, the man spins around and whips the edge of his blade through the air, bringing it around in a vicious, whip-like slash towards your eyes. Thankfully, the blade catches and bounces on a helm of arcane energy that springs up between your temple and the steel, and while the impact may turn your head, it's not enough to draw even a hint of blood.