He smiles faintly to himself as he saw how much GV's words dug under the Herald's skin - Good kid, he thought.

That armor needs to go, power is one thing... precision. Every piece of armor has a gap, that much he can tell and had been warning. He felt the urge of mana going through him, using what Urtz gave to enhance the charge already arcing down his weapon as he charges close in to skewer into a joint of the Herald's armor in an attempt to twist and pry it off. "I believe he has you pegged," he hisses.