"His holiness..." The being had said. Eclipse knew he was a servant, just like himself, and in wars, servants died. 

It was odd that the being had used the term, "holy." Eclipse never thought of the enemy as such. Vile and unpredictable, heartless and remorseless, evil souls were all the same. It was with the briefest shadow of doubt that Eclipse rose to meet the oncoming charge. Two warriors clashed in an explosion of fury and dedication. 

When the dust cleared, one of them fell.