The man laughed, "You really don't learn, do you?" The hilt of the sword that had been driven into his throat then swung around the surface of the skin and knocked Vosur's sword away. Lazaryos staggered over as the blades around the man's other arm receded and began to emerge from the one that Vosur was holding. He made a run and knocked Vosur back in time, as blades shot out of the man's arm, and all went right through Lazaryo's torso. Lazaryos roared in extreme pain as the blades lifted him higher. The man laughed as he stood up, "It seems I will be the first to obtain a second weapon. I see your scythe already releasing the bond and slipping from your hands." Lazaryos grunted as he quickly grabbed the scythe, but it didn't seem to want to stay in his grip. He grunted as he made one final heave and threw the scythe in a spiral at the laughing man, and it ran through his chest, missing the heart, but enough to throw him off balance and wretch in pain, the blades quickly trying to recede, pulling out of Lazaryos.