[center][h3]Iddin[/h3][/center]
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Iddin can barely react. The blade lands in his shoulder, not his neck, only by sheer luck. Blood spurts and and sword bounces out... bounces out? The priest stumbles back for a moment, expecting death, but greeted with the favor of his god instead! His shoulder turns back from glass to flesh and Iddin feels a strange cocktail of emotion. Rage at the other band. Joy at Zuzu's favor. And, mixed together, a religious fury.

[b]Iddin:[/b] [i]"ZUZU, THE PRESERVER, STANDS ON OUR SIDE! DIE, SCUM! BE REDUCED TO SHAMBLING BEASTS IN THE AFTERLIFE, DENIED A PART OF ZUZU'S ETERNAL ART! HELLIONS! SLAUGHTER THEM!"[/i]

The priest wildly stumbles past his assailant. Glass shatters as he falls near Lyun, struggling back to his feet. The dust cloud forms around Lyun as Iddin gestures out his left hand, spreading blood. He continues to rant, propped up against the wall. The blood loss was not helping his sanity.

[b]Iddin:[/b] [i]"Arrows, begone! Cuts, begone! Impurities from your form, begone! ZUZU GRANTS YOU STRENGTH! His divine flesh promises you victory against the heretics. The heretical Yeeks, worshiping a inferior god. The heretical MEN, turning against a priest of the truly divine! Strike them with the flesh! STRIKE THEM! DAMN THEM!"[/i]

The cloud mixes into Lyun, digging out the arrow, filling wounds, restoring blood, replacing flesh. For much longer than usual, a noticeable moment, the new skin seemed much shiner than usual...

[center][sub][i]Iddin moves to 9-17, casting Heal on Lyun. Lyun gains 18 VIT. Iddin gains 32 EXP and 1 Theurgy EXP, losing 1 Heal durability.[/i][/sub][/center]