[u]Balthazar staggers back, holding his arm in place. When he lats go of it, it falls motionlessly to his side, a large gash in the bottom of it clear hydraulic fluid drips out of the wound. [/u] You [b]F[/b]ucking bastard. You're gonna regret that. [u]Balthazar takes his sword into his left hand, swing as fast as he can at Sketches midsection, the cut slices past in an instant, causing a large bloodstain to fork in your shirt.[/u]