“Go ahead, dumbass. Swing it. What’s stronger, the pitiful steel of that scythe or my perfect titanium skin?!”
he brings the scythe into your chest and to your surprise is able to barley cut into your chest
20 skeleton archers pop there heads out of the wall and point there arrows at you all with cidel yelling
we are here as you command my lord
(Arthas, and he is walking towards the Lich Lord. Kai is pretty wasted because Arthas knocked him unconscious.)
(Oh.)
“Desia, feratol. Kerasim sevants, Hiejiamachi bonoly. On thee, semelact onto the deas.”
He fires another arrow, of the same metal of Alchion into the horizon.
(In the forging of Alchion blade and an arrow)
(Anyway it is a rare metal. He is using the only one he has for this moment)
(I’ll accept this as long as you accept this post below.)
As steel crashes against steel, you feel a sharp pain as the scythe pierces Lance’s skin, as small fragments of steel splintered off the top of your scythe. Pain isn’t something the Lich Lord has felt for ages.
Lance, quickly realizing he is actually in danger. “…The fuck man?! Stop it! Please! I’ve got so much to live for!”
Lance cries out in pain. “Auuuuurgh! Someone please help me!” (His titanium skin is unable to reform in that area as the scythe is in the way. So you’re essentially just sinking your scythe into his flesh 
so it was just that one flash of pain)
Arthas shoots an arrow at the Lich Lord’s feet.
He transports behind the Dragon.
He walks towards the Lich Lord.
“Herasia, Velonia, Arcana, Peninsula, Callinentia, Aerosia. Valhalla…”