Ite lifted up and blocked the sword. The slash caught his shin and cut nearly through the bone. The near severing of a limb caused Ite to fall flat on his back. His foot dangled by a thick slab of flesh, and mixed blood with the ground. "Well shit." He took his scythe and slammed the enchanted blade into the ground. From the blade spring a massive cloud of fog and powdery snow, and showered massive fragments of bark everywhere. The shards missed Ite as he crawled back a short ways to plan something.