He'd learned long ago to trust whoever he fought besides, because to not do so meant you could take wounds from your allies. So he trusted Wrath, even when Henry flew at him and only blinked when Henry fell on his face.

"She has a point." He picked up the sword and set it over Henry's heart. "The laws of chivalry demand I let you plead your case. Don't think I won't strike an opponent down when he's obviously weak. I'm not that chivalrous. So tell me Tudor. What keeps me from killing you?"