They fought on. Orthael gave ground again and again, knowing that he could not - would not - strike her. She threw him a dangerously open slice, daring him to show her that Fire destroyed without meaning or mercy. But that was not the case. He caught her blade in his shield hand.
"Iridimae, il jarin va shaüme aus." The Fire's light warms and protects us.
His left arm became encased in golden light the colour of autumn wheat. Fire erupted from the swordmaiden's blade, setting his arm ablaze. Orthael resisted a temptation to scream in pain and threw his Judgement aside to grip her shoulder with his open hand.
"Men reflect Firelight imperfectly - the Church does not serve as many as it should, as well as it should. Men -"
His arm burned brighter, globs of flame dropping to the ground. Trembling, he fell to one knee as flame filled his vision.
"The All-Consumer will take your pain, if you would only release it!"
He closed his eyes, feeling the golden light spread to his other hand and the girl beyond.
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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I really need to work on sequelling here. It's just... be a rough week. I'll see if I can come up with something in the next day or two to push this forward to the next event.
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