Stronix let out a deep chuckle at the sight before him. He loved it when his kill gave their all. The pleasure he felt when he looked into their dying eyes, while his axe was still imbedded in them, or went through them. "[i]Yes, corpse. Continue your struggle. You only entertain me with each passing second."[/i] He readied his axe, then swept it horizontally at the Guardian, aiming for his center.