I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
"Justice will not be denied." states Quinn coldly as me moves over the pile of dead cultists.
The cultist in front of him dodges and ducks erraticaly causing the application of skill to the attack to be nothing more then a glancing blow, and it too was just barely made by a chance act in the chaos of battle. the damage was barely enough to have drawn blood with a lesser weapon.
Maur eyes the cultist in front of him."You will have to kill me first!" He shouts in defiance.
"Request granted. May Moradin have mercy on your soul, because your goddess will not."