The Chastened Warrior

The enemy warriors broke into a run, slight figures swathed in shadow flitting from building to building. Blaze waited, his hand gripping the haft of Sanguine Judgement, its null-field glowing a dull red around the runes etched into the blade. He carried no ranged weapons, the halberd held confidently in one hand whilst in his other he carried Angel’s Wing, a storm shield crafted to resemble its namesake. All he could do was wait for the enemy to close the distance, if he revealed his presence too early then he risked them falling back into the shadows away from the fight.Read more »

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