The mystic fire from the sword is uncomfortable to Titan and it's starting to piss him off. He grunts, trying to hold his ground, even as he's pushed back bit by bit.
"Your sword got made in the Flames of Failure? Huh, explains... A LOT!" Titan yells, changing his stance and moving to keep Balor's back to Halbjorn's murderous swings.
He swings high again, trying to force Balor to keep his attention on not getting his head lopped off from the front.
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