[u]Balthazar is slammed backwards, the shield almost crumpling under the force of the attack. His left arm crunches sickeningly as he struggles not to fall over as he's forced back several yards. In a last ditch effort before his guard breaks (as the only reason his shield is still up is because his now jellified arm is held up by the armor, almost like a bug shell) Balthazar jabs the sword forwards, aiming the tip of the sword straight for Kiera's stomach. After the jab is thrown, he is launched backwards in an arc, tumbling along the ground. His left arm is completely torn off, the muscly sinew completely liquified from the utter battery it had to withstand. Flames quickly cauterize the wound to prevent any further bleeding, but the damage is done. As Balthazar struggles to stand up, he props himself up with the massive sword. Looking down at it he sees it's covered in blood, but he cannot tell whether or not it is his or Kiera's due to the amount of bleeding his armor caused. He finally looks up, his helmet almost completely shattered revealing the battle-scarred face of an old, proud nordic warrior.[/u] "[i]Are... Yeh... Still... Alive?[/i]" [u]He pants heavily, struggling to regain his breath.[/u]