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All tension falls away from your body. The stance you hardly knew you held - coiled and defensive, ready to spring into desperate action - unwinds into a loose and nature posture. Your muscles relax and uncoil themselves. Your grip upon the goldsteel sword-lance in your hands loosens until it is just tight enough to control the weapon and nothing more. You barely feel the weight of your armor; in fact, it almost feels that without it, you might just float away.
All useless things in your mind get fed to a flickering, pure-white flame that burns away all thought and worry until all that remains is the steady candlelight. You know your place in the dance that shall soon begin quite well. Thoughts, fears, worries, and even words... none of them are needed, and can be fed into that kindling light.
You need no words, but the words of the Lord.
You need not worry, for His Light shall embrace you.
You need not fear, for He stands beside you in all things.
You need not think, for He shall take your hands in His own, and guide you in the bloody work to be done this day.
Not a single useless thought remains in your head. What fills your heart is not the savage rage to which your blood is heir to, but a stillness and supreme calm that can only be felt by surrendering yourself to a higher power. You surrender to the Lord of Light in body, mind, and soul. Your very will becomes a prayer that sings His praises. Your very heart becomes the vessel of His boundless compassion for humanity. Your every muscle becomes the instrument of His supreme wrath.
"Oh how they knew His wrath was mighty from the works of His faithful!" You raise your voice in prayer to the <span class="mu-s">LIGHT</span>, and dance upon the strings the <span class="mu-s">LORD</span> has sent to guide you. Faith burns brightly in your eyes, upon your armor, through the blade of the sword-lance that returns so many lightless creatures to the ash from whence they came. "For in his name they ripped and tore apart the twisted, malformed children of the night, the lightless things that did not belong among the world of men!"
Your ears are death to all but the prayer upon your lips. Your eyes are blind to all but the incandescent glory of the <span class="mu-s">LORD</span>. Your heart is empty but for your faith in the <span class="mu-s">LIGHT</span>, a confident knowledge that reaches beyond the trust that He shall lead your blade to victory, and ne'er lead you astray.
For the <span class="mu-s">LORD</span> of the <span class="mu-s">LIGHT</span> knows your limits far better than you ever could. He knows every technique you have mastered, every spell that you have committed to memory, and His Wisdom exceeds your own in how they might be best applied.
In His omniscience, no enemy can hide from him. None of their secrets shall be left unspilled.
