[Marcello planted himself resiliently in the ground, waiting.
By now he had not the slightest interest in being shown mercy. He had no idea if his brother had forgotten the speed he had, but he was about to show him. He would make the heathen beg for his life so strongly that his forehead would be ground into the dirt. He seized his blade, which still felt perfectly balanced in his grip, and sliced a cross in the air. Light and heat erupted out of the schism, engulfing the arrows that were flying towards him.
He was, as always, taking the warmth of the Goddess and bending it to his whim. To sear the arrows out of the sky and burn his brother alive. That, he thought, would serve as a display of his power if ever there was one.
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By now he had not the slightest interest in being shown mercy. He had no idea if his brother had forgotten the speed he had, but he was about to show him. He would make the heathen beg for his life so strongly that his forehead would be ground into the dirt. He seized his blade, which still felt perfectly balanced in his grip, and sliced a cross in the air. Light and heat erupted out of the schism, engulfing the arrows that were flying towards him.
He was, as always, taking the warmth of the Goddess and bending it to his whim. To sear the arrows out of the sky and burn his brother alive. That, he thought, would serve as a display of his power if ever there was one.