*He's hit by the wind, knocking him into a pillar of stone. As he hits the ground, the wind gets knocked out of him. He tries to speak, but only raspy breaths come out. He then grips his scythe, white-knuckling the grip. As he stands back up, he chuckles*
Heh, nice. Pyratheon, let's try something else! Eternal Damnation, charge it!
*His persona reappears, a large pulsating red and black orb appears above it's head*
Alright babe, I accept the terms.