The holy weapons flash with divine light each time they are struck together, the combat crating a truly dazzling display. However, I know that I am losing ground. Though a great weapon, Durendal is still a sword and Marv has the benefit of reach. In addition, his power activates, filling him with the strength of anger.
Into this already terrible position flies Sirmazing, hoping to catch me off guard just as I had attempted to do with Marv. This stratagem wasn't working. I dodge a final thrust by Marv and leap back as Sir slams his scepter into the ground where my feet used to be.
"You know," I say to Marv, "you should really consider who you're fighting before succumbing to the sin of Wrath."
I heft Rolands blade above my head and bring it down in a mighty arc. Almost immediately, ark of lightning descend upon Marv and Sirs position, ready to scour sin from the face of the earth and uncaring of who else is in it's path, even an angel.
Hey son, wanna' learn how ta' make witch balls?