The axe spun head over tail as it flew across the rapidly dwindling distance towards Seth, the air itself whistling as it was split apart by the glistening blade that would cleave Seth in two just as easily.
As it flew, and as he recklessly charged towards it, Seth cast out his threads towards the rapidly approaching axe. Not his steel threads, but the spectral one's that would allow him to truly take control of the weapon. He wanted to turn it into one of his puppets, turn the dwarf's own weapon against him and use it to cleave his raggedy head off of his hairy shoulders.
Yet as soon as the spectral threads touched the wooden shaft of the axe, Seth immediately had to recoil them back as he hissed in pain. It was an instinctual reaction to the flash of pain, like pulling your hand away after grabbing a hot frying pan.
It was exactly the same thing, even down to the burning sensation that erupted at the ends of his threads when they tried to make contact.
