[quote][color=a8a8a8]𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛’𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛.[/color][/quote]
[color=a8a8a8]No sooner had Vicar Lucille's excoriated husk tumbled down amongst the humbled altar with a wet thud than a javelin screamed through the air and tore into the Pallid Beast's chest. As large as the hulking, lupine fiend was, it recoiled with a draconian howl at the massive projectile burrowed betwixt its flesh like a workman's nail.[/color]

"Empty, callous caitiff - the only graver folly made than to seek violence in this sacred hall against us was whatever fall you suffered to lead you into the dark clasp of the adversary." [color=a8a8a8]The Questor pulled another javelin from Amaign's preferred bolt before the boy then scurried away, seeking shelter from the coming battle. The Questor's armor was only lightly dappled with a scant few drops of the Vicar's blood, despite her having advaced to the forefront of the assembled group upon the creature's reveal, but a long ribbon of crimson had splashed itself across her face and the side of her autumn hair, just beneath her stern eyes.[/color] "Make peace with thy demons, your reproof is nigh!" [color=a8a8a8]Levia's words chopped through the word like a whip as she shouted scorn at the creature. Extending her partisan to point at the Pallid Beast, she began to charge straight at it, seemingly undaunted by its stature.[/color]

"Victory is preordained!" [color=a8a8a8]She cried triumphantly as she sprinted directly at the creature. Seething at the charging Seeker, the Pallid Beast raised its wicked clawed left hand and slammed it down - only for the Questor to dash to the side with surprising nimbleness, the Seeker's long hair trailing through the air behind her like a billowing cape as she stabbed down at the creature's hand with her partisan, impaling the beast's left hand and driving the weapon deep into the stone floor of the monastery beneath - the injury itself seemed almost bloodless, the creature's parted flesh the only evidence of injury about it. The Pallid Beast, howling with rancor, awkwardly extended its right arm to slash at the knight, but Levia abandoned her partisan, her grip slackening as she backed away and began to heft her second javelin outside of the beast's now hindered reach.[/color]