>>5707757Dark mages were a tricky lot to deal with. Their versatility allowed them no shortage of advantages against a variety of foes. But there was one person in the Blackwings who specialized in fighting their ilk. For whatever reason, Uriel the Holy Knight possessed the ability to cut through their spells as though they were mere parlor tricks. There was no one better than the veteran Knight of Seiros to deal with Morag. Hopefully his experience would also give him an edge against any sort of tricks Maeve might try to pull as well.
>“Uriel. Will you fight?”Uriel stands at attention and salutes you. “If my Commander wishes it so, then it shall be done.”
You nod and watch as he moves forward to enter the arena. You weren’t sure why he placed so much faith in you. You thought he might have returned to the Knights of Seiros the last time you were at Garreg Mach. After all, he’d had a hand in training a number of them, including your own mentor, Leonardo. But for some reason, he chose to stay by your side and continue to fight with the Blackwings. Something you were eternally grateful for right now.
“Who’s this?” Morag drawls. With her short-cut dressed and exposed bosom, the woman is all lust. Those in the Sreng crowd are hardly able to contain themselves as they cheer her on. Hell, you even notice a few Blackwings giving her some choice leers. “I was hoping to face off against a young, strapping mercenary lad. But instead, they send me an old codger. Shouldn’t you be bouncing a grandchild off your lap rather than stepping into the ring with me?”
Uriel ignores the woman, drawing his spear and examining it closely. Uriel’s Blessed Lance, while similar to your own, was of higher quality. Supposedly it had been crafted for him on behalf of the Archbishop herself, and its blessing had remained intact to this day.
“Don’t you talk?” Morag taunts him further. “When’s the last time an elder such as yourself was this close to a beauty like me? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what it feels like? That primal lust that drives all men wild?”
Uriel offers her a polite smile. “A strange thing to say to one younger than yourself, no?”
Morag’s eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise. “Ahh. So, you’re sharper than you appear.”
“Not quite. The darkness that permeates from you hangs in the air like a foul stench. You’ve absorbed the life essence of many to maintain that form, haven’t you?” Uriel crinkles his nose in disgust. “The people of Sreng are truly in dire need of the Goddess’ mercy. Is this the fate that is to befall all those who turn away from her divine light in favor of false deities and dark spirits? Thank you, Sothis, for reminding me what I fight for.”
“And now you won’t stop blathering.” Morag frowns. “Very well. I’ll drain whatever wretched life remains inside those weary bones of yours until there’s nothing but dust!”
