With the naiad's magic!

You have only a moment to react and you decide that offense is the best defense as you focus your power into your left hand, the naiad's mark upon your hand glowing as you will the power gifted to you from your binding of the water nymph into activating. Your hand glows with blue light and, as you had before, you focus it upon the edge of your hand as you swing it in front of you like a sword. Again, a curved blade of water flies from your hand, formed from magic and aimed at the charging dwarf.

Rolf looks a bit surprised by the sudden magical attack, but not enough to keep himself from reacting, bringing his axe up and slicing through the air at the oncoming aqua blade. Dwarven mithril meets magically enhanced water with a clash...and dwarven mithril cuts through the aquatic blade like...well, like a steel blade through water. It seems that, magically enhanced though the blade of water might have been, it is no match for the rune magic and sharp edge of the dwarf's axe as the magical attack dissipated beneath the sharp edge of the dwarf's axe and left it free to continue it's glittering arc towards you.

You curse as you try to lift your gauntleted hand up in time to catch the axe, but you are a fraction too slow as the glittering mithril axe slices deep into your bare shoulder, digging deeply into your unarmored body. Pain shoots through you as the dwarf pulls the axe out of you, blood spraying from the horrid wound as you fall to your knees. Your life's blood flows out of you in a torrential rush and you can already feel your strength fading. Rolf smiles with vicious glee as he holds his axe up high and looks at you with predatory triumph gleaming in his eyes.

"Ha! For all your talk, you're still a weakling, boy. It looks like you sold your soul for nothing at all.", he growls at you as he brandishes his axe menacingly, "Lament your mistake in hell, boy!"

With that, he brings his axe down with all his strength onto your head, the blade splitting your skull down the middle and ending your life in an instant. You don't even have time t draw a breath or give a final cry of agony as your still corpse falls to the ground in a grisly heap. Your blood pools beneath your body and the gauntlet gleams darkly within that growing pool, the Entity within it screaming in silent rage at its mistake in picking an unsuitable host.

And so ends the tale of Jacen Wolfe, his vengeance unfulfilled and his **** ignoble and forgotten.