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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 2863037" data-attributes="member: 3448">Alistair, Sir Derrick, and Throckmorton charged across the square directly into the battle already raging within the cathedral's sanctuary. Several church guards fought desperately to prevent the rat-ogre from reaching and defiling the high altar, while Marcus summoned celestial bison that charged, nostrils flairing, into the rat-ogre. Meanwhile, virtually every swing by the rat-ogre crushed one of the cathedral guards or one of the Archducal Guards that Dame Brionna had led into the battle. Alistair and Sir Derrick charged into battle. Although Alistair hung back a little, swinging his spiked chain, the rat-ogre sniffed at them and then focused its attacks on him, smashing him brutally. Alistair barely withstood the first assault, knowing that if it attacked him again he would surely die and that it was single-mindedly focused on him, ignoring the much more effective attacks of Sir Derrick. Throckmorton unleashed his most potent attack spell, and a prismatic spray arched above his allies and bathed the rat-ogre in indigo light. The other combattants continued to stab at the rat-ogre, but its huge form seemed almost impervious to harm. Kit tumbled around behind the rat-ogre, nicely flanking it with Sir Derrick. As the rat-ogre attacked again, the insanity brought on by the prismatic spray served its purpose. Rather than surely killing Alistair, it first destroyed the terrestrial form of one of the celestial bison, and then landed a brutal blow on Sir Derrick's head, shattering his jaw but almost miraculously not killing him. Sir Derrick staggered as if punch-drunk, and then perhaps forgetting that he was not surrounded by his own soldiers called out, "I'm still fighting, it hasn't gotten me yet. Fight on, fight on!" Seconds later, the field marshall matched words with action. Kit tried to stab at the rat-ogre, but everything went wrong. She slipped on a patch of blood and stabbed her rapier into her own foot, discharging a spray of poison in the process. But that paled in comparison to where her momentum carried her, directly into the backswing of the rat-ogre's dreadful axe. The axe smashed into her torso and sank deeply, scattering blood and viscera around the cathedral. Dame Katherine slumped to the ground, dead before she landed.</blockquote>

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