Sol was disconerted by how Mutt seemed to find the pain from his wound neliglable and then by Mutt rushing into his face with a grin on his face. It seemed as though Mutt wanted a close-up and personal fight but Sol doubted he had the muscle mass or the long term speed to compete with him. So Sol used the momentum from his own forward step and slammed his sword hilt into Mutt's stomach with all the force he could muster as he got into range before. If Mutt was stunned by the hit long enough then he would attempt to slice Mutt's right arm as well limiting his options for attack by weaking both arms. If Mutt was stronger than he thought well... Sol didn't like to think about where it would go from there.