[i]What...can I do in a fight?[/i]

Isabella faltered. Rarely had she done anything [i]in[/i] a fight. She'd always been a healer [i]outside[/i] of fights. But...there was no reason she couldn't help in her own way. She had God on her side. Why couldn't she pray for her allies' protection - or her enemies' demise? If she could heal a friend, she could rot an enemy. Especially since they interrupted her conversation with Walker.

[i]I'd tell them to rot in hell, but that's a little late for my liking.[/i]

She turned her head in the direction of Violet's voice. Oh, she would tell this wench what her power was, all right. if the girl didn't believe her, that was her problem. She replied cooly, "Then go control things with your ball. I will say a prayer for you." With that, she took a few steps back, pressed her hands together, and began to chant a prayer.

[i]"O almighty God, lord of heaven and earth, and master of all creation, hear now my plea. Bring thou upon these dogs this curse: that their bowels shall tear, and let loose within their flesh all the hosts of filthiness inside. May the filth consume their bodies as a welcome feast, and may the creeping things unbeholden to the eyes devour them."[/i]

Isabella lifted her face toward the sky. [i]"And...if thou wilt, protect my love with thy mighty hand. Turn aside their weapons, that nothing which harms his flesh shall smite him with a mortal blow. For this my plea, I return to thee an offering of my blood. Amen."[/i]