Ian looked forward to see death marching at him, pointy end first. He let out a sigh, and thought to himself "Come on you son of a b--ch, you have dealt with a lot worse, okay that is a lie, this is a pretty rough scenario. Well lets do this." He drew when his opponent was nine feet out, missing intentionally. The extra foot gave him enough time to kick up a nearby shield and throw it up in time to take the blow.
Ian woke up a few seconds later surrounded the rubble of what he assumed was the building he was standing in front of. He was blind in his left eye, judging from past injuries he had a broken rib or two. Using his sword to stand himself up, he leaned on it as a cane. His hands were shaking and covered in blood. Not only had the physical injuries taken their toll, the shadow magic was devouring him. It began to disappear...
"You know what *coughing blood* that did not hurt nearly as bad as I bet you wanted it to...Lets see not only *coughing more blood* did you fail to shut me up, but you destroyed a perfectly good..." looks around trying to identify whatever building was crushed around him to no avail "a perfectly good building that is it..."
Ian's vision blurred, and he wobbled a bit. He drew his katana once more, fighting to keep from passing out from the loss of blood. He had bought them all the time he could.
"You know what else we have in common death knight, I don't have any gods to cry too. So you will not hear me beg today, not to you, your rot brain commander, or any other form of rotting flesh for that matter. Your worse wasn't enough so whats next?"