The [i]Green Man[/i] moved to strike at Wick and despite Theodore's best intentions and attempts the snuffer's twin attacks landed and knocked her out cold much in the same vein as to what he had just suffered himself. He stepped over her body, prepared to guard her from any further harm and perhaps even rouse her in just a moment while their opponent taunted them again and again. To them, it was apparently a mystery how fighting on an unfamiliar field against unfamiliar opposition could lead to confusion. Well, that was their issue. "Every battle is chaos. Chaos is born of Darkness. And by the-" Theodore began, only to be interrupted by the ringing of the bell and the sudden burst of Light from the other room.

He had to admit that even he was taken by surprise, him who tried to always have everyone else keep their focus on the battle at hand. But what could you do when the light that was your soul reached out to the other, more radiant Light that would fight away the Darkness? His friends and allies had succeeded. His body received the Light, the emptiness being replaced by the incandescent might and he turned back to the [i]Green Man[/i].

To his surprise, this other combatant had decided that this would be it. They stood up straight and sheathed their blade, while Theodore noted the shifting of Wick below him and stepped off of her, giving her the space to rise up onto her feet. He still held his blade when the adversary spoke of this world and began to make his leave. The templar's grip only tightened as he swallowed his words that he much rather would have spat after them, but would not make a move to attack the mountain of strength the man had proven to be, nor physically or verbally. A land without good, nor evil? The absence of one another was the existence for the remaining one. There was no such thing as an absence of good and evil. To claim so was naught but madness. If so were the things of this realm, it was an incarnation of it. The Light fought to abolish Darkness, no more, no less. And that was what they had done today.

He sheathed his sword and walked over to pick up the other one, pressing it into its sheath too and then turned to Wick. She did not look like she would need any help, but the templar would hold out his hand for her nonetheless if she hadn't yet climbed to her feet. "The Light claims another victory, despite the best efforts of Darkness and its lackeys. As it should be", he stated with confidence, even with spite drenching the word 'lackey' in its uncivil resentment. With his other hand, he reached for his mask and began lifting it back onto his face. The time of combat was over.

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[b]HP:[/b] 43/43  [b]AC:[/b] 16  [b]Concentrating:[/b] Nope
[b]Radiant Consumption:[/b] Available
[b]Healing Hands:[/b] Available
[b]Slayer's Prey:[/b] Inactive (Shut down by the Long Rest)
[b]Hunter's Sense:[/b] 0/2 uses expended
[b]War Priest:[/b] 0/2 uses expended

[b]Spells expended:[/b]
0/1 Free Unique
0/4 1st
0/2 2nd
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[@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Gordian Nought]