Role

Chapter 2

It is now that we shall make our strike, Let us fear no evil, no pain, and no
death. Let us stride forth with strength and courage, faith within the heavens,
hope within our hearts. With the blessings of the divine, let us go forth, our
blades anointed with retribution. Let it be they who scurry in fear, and tremble
before our wrath. With the faith of our lady, let our blade strike true. I wish
you all blessings my brothers and sisters.

Without another word, he descended silently upon the first gathering of centurions;
his brothers and sister close behind. Righteous wrath descended upon the
unsuspecting centurions, while his blade lashed out, cutting deep with every
strike. More of the squires joined the fray and quickly the centurions were
overwhelmed. The second group of centurions were dispatched in the same efficient
manner, but as the last blades struck out, the call to arms could be heard
ringing within the palace. They would no longer have the advantage of surprise.

With haste they made their way between the ominous buildings, and just as they
neared the vanquisher, he let out a bellowing roar, and as he did, a handful of
Imperial blades dashed from around him to engage.

All around him the sound of clanging steel rang out as the squires parried the
Imperial Blades; thunderous clangs were heard as blows were met equally with
shields. With a massive shout, the Vanquisher charged towards him and in the
last moment he dodged deftly out of the way, the Vanquisher crashing to the
ground as his momentum overwhelmed him. In a rage the Vanquisher released a flurry
of blows, but Araevins training took over, each blow was met with shield,
parried and with a swift strike a punishing blow was carved into the vanquishers
flesh.

Beads of sweat now ran down, his blade work was impeccable, with each blow taken
upon his shield, his own blade lashed out, and it was now that such routine had
left the Vanquisher covered with wounds, each gushing blood as Araevins blade
had cut deep within the flesh. The Vanquisher appeared weary, his moves sluggish,
his blows uncontrolled. It was now Araevin knew he must finish this battle, and
so he released a flurry of blows, and with lightning quickness each found
mark, tearing at vital points. It was then, releasing all of his strength into
this final blow, the Vanquishers came crashing down overhead of Araevin, but he
was quick to react, his shield came up to block, and with all his force returned
the blow with his shield, ranging across the Vanquishers body as he was thrown
back. Capitalizing on this opportunity, Araevins blade came from underneath his
shield, cutting deep into the Vanquishers chest, forcing him to come crashing
upon the ground. With opportunity at hand, he raised his arms to the heavens and
uttered a divine prayer, the unrelenting wrath of his lady came crashing down upon