Artanis, unable to speak much due to his throat tried to convey a short message of thanks in Lawful: Thank you for the short respite.

Now that he was out of the akward position, Artanis brought the greatsword close to his lips and coughed up a small bit of blood, now dripping down his plate mail. He brought it into a ready stance and whispered to it in elven as if it could hear his words: Lida inorum saenes, Solahel. Sharti tra fanil, niffa orisa.
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Translation:
Strength is in the heartwood, Memory of Tears. Where the tree fails, the seed grows.

Having given his own type of prayer or what he is sure are to be his final words, he charges after his attacker and swings down from above in an attempt to knock the creature from the skies onto the ground so that he might gain the upper hand.

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Thac0(greatsword) 19: (1d20)[12]
Damage: (1d10)[9]
HP: 1/3
AC: 2