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A mausoleum wasn't the best place to fight, but there was never any question of where Nicomede would go.

The Princess had guardians enough and more. Men and women whose overriding purpose in life was the safety of their monarch to be, no matter the cost. The would-be assassin had gotten so close only within the context of such a boisterous event, one that no watchful eye had any reason to expect violence within. Not that measures wouldn't be revised now he was sure. The Knights had been available to stop her but the Princess' own guardians wouldn't soon forget how close they had come.

Here, however, was a girl with no one but the Knights that marched to her rescue. Mayon taught the defense of all life but [i]especially[/i] that of the innocent. What this necromancer had done was despicable, setting aside even the distaste Nicomede had for his Art. No, the monster would have to be put down. Of that there was no doubt. He felt the rage instilled upon his countryman, even if he hadn't spoken much with the man. And he concurred. Despite all of the perception in the world a Mayonite need not be soft, for water was not. It was a mistake to confuse tranquility with passivity, to conflate serenity and pacifism. The ocean did not care for the deeds of man, it has been there long before man found its shores. But rivers and oceans had killed more men than all of the fires in history.

No more could you fight the ocean than put out the sun.

Water could heal and nurture, and Nicomede would stand up with the most devout paladin in his defense of the necromancer's captive. She would walk out of the crypts below his feet [i]alive[/i] and without a scratch more. But anyone that stood in his way, man or disturbed dead, would be swept away by the tide.

[color=aa0404]"Segremors,"[/color] He started softly, once the man had dispatched their first foe. His own [i]spada[/i] had been drawn for some time, complemented by the much more seldom drawn blade in his off hand. The paired weapons could not have been much more suited to such conditions if he tried, for they had always been meant to be worn (and if need be used) indoors. [color=aa0404]"Are you familiar with fighting in such enclosed spaced?"[/color]