The blows have taken their toll on Warhawk. It's obvious to Tharok as the young man spits blood and rises to strike out with what in an ordinary fight would be a killing blow.
Except Rex's balance is off. As is his aim. Pain will do that. As all the halfling's energy is devoted to the strike it is comically easy for the Thanagarian to strike. A sick, final mace strike makes contact with Rex's side. In an instant, multiple ribs snap audibly and as Rex falls to the ground, Tharok abandons his mace. Instead he begins to kick the fallen man in the gut and then the face, laughing.
"Oh she will be my trophy and I full intend on putting her on "display" this very night."
Both men will hear the tell-tail flapping of hawk wings and a sick, twisted, almost demonic smile crosses Tharok's face.
"Ah. She arrives. Don't worry, Warhawk. Perhaps she will find comfort in the idea that you put forth a small effort for her honor once I've torn her in two."
The invader delivers a punch to Rex's face and then steps back into the shadows to wait.
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