[center][h1]ℜ𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔱 𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔱[/h1][/center]
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Was the rat accursed? Or were they? With every arrow, fist, and bladed edge that found their mark, the rat seemed to only grow further frenzied and enraged. Blood and pus seeped from every orifice, but the rat still fought. It was in that moment mere seconds ago that Renault's blood chilled in his veins. The creature they were fighting was no mere animal, no. Something far darker was bound to it: a force that seemed restricted to men and devils. 

Zeal guided his arm, the force of will that Renault had not felt for many years. He remembered the tenets of the Order, their righteous and unyielding crusade against the forces of either. They were not to question, not to doubt, to draw their blades with full and virtuous intent; shielded just as much by faith as plate and chain-mail.

Calling on buried powers, Renault arced his arm back once more, bringing his blade down with the same force that one might strike a cloister bell with a hammer. He would see this wretched creature slain. 

[hider=Attack on Broodmother Rat (Holy Smite)][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/19642]13[/url][/hider]
[hider=Damage on Broodmother Rat (Holy Smite)][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/19643]10[/url][/hider]