[IRP] Between Two Worlds

[Victor]

Sergius dropped the man as he struggled, frightened by the flash of the blade in the light. The thug lashed out with a newly produced blade, striking right at his midsection. The priest swung to the side, the knife slashing into his side. He winced with the pain. This heretic would never understand. And he would continue to be a murderer. He must be purged.

Sweat and fury began to furrow on Sergius' brow, and he reached out and grasped the thug's arm, clamping down harder than humanly possible with the aid of the light magic. He yanked the thug's arm down and kicked at the man's legs, sending him clattering to the alley floor. Sergius set upon him, pinning him to the ground with his knees and reaching for his prayer book.

The thug struggled, but the weight of the massive priest atop him left him completely powerless. Sergius began to recite the prayer of purging, and what he was sure was a humane and holy death burnt throughout the man's insides when he laid his hands on the thug's chest. That was it. He had cleansed this man.

"The Saint guide you," he recited over the dead man, "And may you find repose. And faith"

He rose slowly, lost in the fury of prayer and cleansing. His side stung, and he was sure the wound would need to be cleaned and healed in the next few hours if he would avoid more illness. Selia appeared, covered in mud as if she had just fallen. The light on his hands faded, and he once again put up the umbrella above the two. He turned to her, wiping sweat and dirt off of his face.

"Have these heretics already struck out? Are these the killers?"