You would have been disappointed if He had made this too
easy. But you are also annoyed. He has you on the back foot
suddenly, marginally off balance due to the haste of your
reflexive deflection. He presses that lapse urgently, now
striking with the edge of His blade in hacking sabre-strokes.
You try to peel away, taking blows across the side and
shoulder that dent your layered pauldrons and slice sheaves of
servo-muscle. You manage an inefficient parry with your
maul, and then are pushed into esquive. The war-sword turns
back the counter-assault of your maul, but His lightning claws
have found your chest, and they discharge point-blank.