"Why don't you admit defeat, boy? Do you still think you have any chance of winning?
"Don't even try to convince me that you can go on. You don't even have any means to save your life now. Even if I stop attacking you, you'll just die from excessive blood loss. You, humans, are truly fragile creatures.
"Of course, don't even think about escaping. It's obvious that I won't let you escape."
The God of Death, Arthas, laughed sinisterly as he swayed with the scythe in his hand.
Timus, on the other hand, stared at Arthas. The Greatsword of Meredith in his right hand suddenly transformed into a staff!
Arthas could not believe his eyes as he watched this scene unfold. He revealed a surprised expression as he had never thought that the weapon in Timus's hand was actually an unattainable treasure.