[center][h1][color=pink]Yinha Karathros[/color][/h1][/center]

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[center][i]Forgotten Ruins, The Church[/i][/center]

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A figure, covered in a thick, dark brown, hooded traveling cloak seemed to charge through the madness right at the bone-blocked entrance of the church. But what was their goal? Who were they? How would they even get inside of-?

[color=pink]"Holy Bombardment!"[/color]

The darting figure extended a hand at the entrance, before the name of a spell rolled off of their lips. In an instant, a pair of holy magic projectiles shot out from their extended hand, shooting through the air and slamming into the bones that blocked her path. They seemed to blast away the barricade, at least for just long enough that the running figure leapt over them and into the church before they regenerated back. 

As she skidded to a halt on the floor, managing to stick the landing well, the figure pulled back her hood to reveal...an actually rather attractive High Elf. Pink orbs with white irises stared out at the scene erupting within the Church, a light shudder rolling down her spine as her lips pursed into a grim countenance. Yet then her features seemed to notably shift, moving into a far more stoic and more mechanical expression as she regarded the necromancer and this pile of...disgusting-ness.  

[color=pink]"Summon Lesser Angel."[/color]

In front of the holy mage, a small magic circle appeared in the air briefly as a lesser angelic being descended from it. It appeared like a suit of armor, glowing through the gaps and helmeted visor with holy light, bearing a shield and a flaming sword in its hands. The being's feet clacked on the floor as it took a step forward, looking about the room for only a moment before rearing its weapons and outright charging at the zombies that were trying to come towards the wood elf Paladin.

[@Kazemitsu][@Xaltwind][@The Irish Tree]