Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-25627885-20141231012032/@comment-11848168-20150105020722

"Pitiful." Phalanx, knowing very well after a century of fighting crazed men with knives, grabbed Saren's punching hand, which gave Phalanx's hand quite the dent, blocked the knife by blocking at the wrist, and then waved his arm so the blade would be redirected into Saren's thigh. "In the end, you're just another maniacal fool, and I have killed enough of those to last lifetimes." Phalanx taunted, strengthening his Grip on Saren's fist, despite the fact Phalanx's hand was now withering away because of the twilight energy. "Another thing:" Phalanx summoned a kneepad of light with a six inch spike sticking outwards. "I AM the Archangel." he finished, using the jack once again to propel his knee towards Saren's gut.