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For so valuable a commodity time's purchase could be so variable. Priceless minutes to save Tili's life cost only water and energy, a bargain by any measure. Then the moment shifted, a flare of violet flame the only symptom of the changing fortune, and minutes couldn't have been gained by love or money. Only seconds, infinitely fleeting and just as vital. The confrontation shifted from the arcane to the physical quicker than blinking and Nicomede, his hands empty for the ritual, had neither blade nor armor at the ready. His fellows were better prepared in that respect, poised to pierce its unholy— and now corporeal— being.

However poor the odds looked on paper Nicomede would have comfortably taken them any time. He was no paladin, no cleric, no clergyman, but Dame Tyaethe was close enough. Spread before him was a wealth of blessed water. His empty right hand, palm up and fingers curled complacently, swirled gently at the wrist as though inspecting a wine's color. The water before him, still glowing softly with the energy infused, spiraled into the air in  time with each swift rotation. 

[color=aa0505][i]"Laccio,"[/i][/color] The knight hissed, flicking his wrist. Holy water shot forward with the motion, aimed to splash across the lunging beast. [color=aa0505][i]"Contrarsi!"[/i][/color]

Wherever it had landed the water froze [i]inwards[/i], sending needle sharp spines of frigid holy ice into exposed and afflicted muscle. 

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