Radegast screams in pain as my sword goes through his stomach, but continues to fight despite the mortal wound. He stabs me with a knife in my collarbone, and I feel my organic arm go numb. I wonder if what happens in Hell transfers to our dimension... But my reverie is stopped by Radegast slumping over, dead on the floor. The Usurper walls forward, silently "Now that, that was an entertaining fight!" I clench the fist on my prosthetic arm, tightening the grip on my sword. I begin to expertly twirl my sword, slowly moving towards her, until I lunge at her. My lunge was off balance, and the blade misses completely. She doesn't move a muscle, her short black hair rippling in a nonexistent wind. I slash at her, but she grab my arm and pushes me back with strength that she shouldn't possess, and I am sent tumbling backwards. "Why so quick to violence Centurion? I haven't even explained myself..."