Easier said than done. Loken sweeps Mournitall up to meet the Dragon Slayer. Cthonian iron against the great heap of steel. Sparks shower everywhere as the thinner blade intercepts the tremendous mass, and for half a heartbeat they lock, as though momentum itself no longer exists, then seemingly all at once Loken is forced back and down, an explosion of splinters kicked up as he is hurled bodily through two shipping crates full of assorted rig gear, overalls which spill out around him in an absurd mass. His helm is dented, and the armor makes grinding noises as he rises. "Nowhere to run. I've been this man before."

He squares up on his seemingly possessed friend.