Balothiss did take a battering and he also didn't dodge all the blows but he did make it to draw back from his opponent, he was badly bloodied and bruised but not dying or incapable of fighting but definitely battered.

His fault had been Athinar and the Keeper because he couldn't help but watch the scene unfold, now he had taken punishment for being distracted.

He put a hand to his mouth wiping some blood from his face, he also was now looking at his sword because he did not understand why it's magics had not helped him yet what was so magical about it now.

He looked back to Sarin who seemed so prideful and arrogant, but most of all so holy it angered him first he gritted his teeth his blood rushing through his veins he could feel his heart pounding and the adrenaline in his body.

He stood up he grunted feeling a little sore but he was too angry to notice he looked upon Sarin with disgust and almost even pity because the women had one fault her sheer faith.

His veins now showed as he held Reaver in his grasp his jaw clenched and his eyes filled with rage but his brain filled with more rage than anyone should handle for he had the soul of a giant and the might of his ancestors.

He could feel himself slowly becoming angrier and angrier, he knew he wanted so badly to tear Sarin apart but he knew she also was very talented in battle.

He charged at her not caring if she swung at him he held Reaver before him to block her blade and he send himself charging at Sarin roaring a mighty battle cry that not even he knew how loud it was although he could here his voice straining from the roar then it must have been loud.

He was determined to kill Sarin the so called Holy Champion of Paladin he just ran at her and if he even reached her he would make sure he would crush her or if she even cut him that he would maim her severely so that she would loose life or limb.