[Luckily Elsword's head is in the game now, and he blocks that blow with his claymore. It clinks loudly off the blade, and maybe up close Wolfwood can spot how scratched and worn out the metal is. The sledgehammer doesn't dent the material, but it leaves behind an uneven scratch on the surface as the two metal objects separate.

Elsword raises a leg up and tries to kick Wolfwood away from him, aiming for the stomach.]

Maybe I want to die. Maybe I don't care if I do.

[Okay buddy that's uh—]

But you're not gonna be the one to do it, because you're a good person. Even if you're mad, you're not evil enough to kill me.

[And if he did, maybe he'd be doing Elsword and the Grove as a whole a favour, considering the plant-parasite that has a hold on him.]