Discussed with Aure, the following resolution to Aurelianus' pain mirror is approved.
The blink of an eye cannot be counted in seconds, nor heartbeats. It happens so quickly that the mind barely registers it, then it is gone. Such was the pace of three titanic presences in the winter waste; Tobias was caught in the turbulence of a storm far more unruly than any he had previously faced. He even lacked the necessary time to panic.

Death rained from above on Tobias as Madison's evil creation splintered and ate at the scarce foothold he had. The ground and his skin alike hissed with pain as he burst into motion. Too many things were already in motion. His face twisted in a mask of agony , but his resolve burned hotter than acid. He had to get out alive.

Beneath his feet, the ice splintered and shook. The Salvic monstrosity propelled himself into the air, and a shockwave ripped the ice from under the under prepared Stalt. With all the haste he could muster and none of the grace, Tobias tore toward the shoreline on shards of icy ruin.

Slips and slides wracked his movements with excruciating difficulty, and when the Salvic brute broke the watery surface, the inevitable aftershock tossed him airborne. "Gods!" he hissed loudly. His arms flailed and fumbled for his weapons. The mercenary hit dirt with a loud 'crunch,' and he spat out a mouthful of snowy dirt in his labor to stand.

"Right," he muttered. Holes in his pants from the Briarheart's sinister serum evinced his pain just as much as the scorched skin beneath. Shakily, the mortal among gods clenched his singular blade tightly and slid it free. "Not... good." The Dehlar blade hung heavy in his hand as he ran a hand idly across his thigh. It peeled away bloody.

"What...?" his half gasped query shivered in the wind. In his desperation, Tobias completely missed the dark magics inflicted on him by the daemon. Instead of wounding himself, the Tiefling had conjured a means of sharing his experience with his foe. And it bled just the same.

"...fuck this." Tobias managed, his thoughts drowned by the sobering realization that he was entirely outmatched.