The slap was met with a grunt of discomfort, and the haze about his eyes faded as the sting continued to linger at his cheek and nose. His priorities had shifted from guarding the others to... guarding this thing!?

Oh, you son of a bitch.

"Thanks," he quickly added. Now, to thank Page 256. The blade came around with a horizontal swing, conjuring a pair of airfoils that buzzed and clashed together upon the foe in a Fell Cleave.