The nun winced as she felt the pain that was going through Aayla's form as her own. She let out a faint sigh as the blue haired girl seemed to be alright for the moment... or at least out of danger from dying. Her relief was short-lived however as she heard Cirven's cries for aid. She looked down towards the ground floor, about to illicit a desperate cry before Zinnath rendered Jurgen immobile. She looked around at the group as the realisation dropped on her shoulders like a lead weight.
She would have to finish the job. The nun looked down at Aayla. "I'll be right back..." she said softly. "Stigmata of Flight." she intoned before her back bled and the wings of light formed. She flew down to the main floor before landing in front of Jurgen, the wings not shifting out of existence yet however.
"Jurgen, Dark Mage of Fiore... You are charged and found guilty with the crimes of destruction and endangerment of innocent life... In the Light of the Maker, and by the powers vested in me by the guild of Sabertooth..." she said before raising her ring, not saying the chant and yet Avalon formed around her body, her wings growing stronger, brighter and larger. "I hereby sentence you to imprisonment... You who held no restraint in trying to take our lives, shall be granted more mercy than you should us..." she said.
"Stigmata of Damocles." she intoned, a holy blade of light forming from the ether over her wrist. Kiersa took the divine sword and thrust it into the mage's gut. He let out a short gasp of air before keeling over in the serpents grip. "It is not a fatal wound... but should keep you down even after Zinnath's toxins wear off..." said Kiersa before she regarded Cirven. In her full armour she lowered herself to the floor, her wings still shining out to provide light in the darkened hall, and held her hands over the pointy eared mage. "Stigmata of Grace." she said softly, her eyes not bleeding due to the power of Avalon as she began to heal the Demon Slayer.
The Musketeers returned to the scene to see the devastation around them. They then regarded the three mages from Sabertooth and the Sea Serpent and the Dark Mages that had been defeated. "Well..." began Portha. "Let's get the healer teams in here... I think we'll let the governments decide who has to pay the damages for this one..." said Atma with a smirk, the nun blushing as she continued to heal her comrades even as the musketeers moved into positions to cuff the Dark Mages and gather the Sabertooth Mages.
It took another day at least for everyone to get fully healed up from the fierce battle. The government representatives decided that since it had been Minstrel that had been the target of the Dark Mages, and the Townsend family that had been held hostage and threatened, that Minstrel's prisons would hold the Dark Mages. The Holy Tempest Team were given their reward of jewels, along with a gift from the Musketeers and Townsend family. A green version of the uniforms they had worn during their time in Minstrel. They would be considered honourary musketeers should they ever return to Minstrel. And so they returned home.
She would have to finish the job. The nun looked down at Aayla. "I'll be right back..." she said softly. "Stigmata of Flight." she intoned before her back bled and the wings of light formed. She flew down to the main floor before landing in front of Jurgen, the wings not shifting out of existence yet however.
"Jurgen, Dark Mage of Fiore... You are charged and found guilty with the crimes of destruction and endangerment of innocent life... In the Light of the Maker, and by the powers vested in me by the guild of Sabertooth..." she said before raising her ring, not saying the chant and yet Avalon formed around her body, her wings growing stronger, brighter and larger. "I hereby sentence you to imprisonment... You who held no restraint in trying to take our lives, shall be granted more mercy than you should us..." she said.
"Stigmata of Damocles." she intoned, a holy blade of light forming from the ether over her wrist. Kiersa took the divine sword and thrust it into the mage's gut. He let out a short gasp of air before keeling over in the serpents grip. "It is not a fatal wound... but should keep you down even after Zinnath's toxins wear off..." said Kiersa before she regarded Cirven. In her full armour she lowered herself to the floor, her wings still shining out to provide light in the darkened hall, and held her hands over the pointy eared mage. "Stigmata of Grace." she said softly, her eyes not bleeding due to the power of Avalon as she began to heal the Demon Slayer.
The Musketeers returned to the scene to see the devastation around them. They then regarded the three mages from Sabertooth and the Sea Serpent and the Dark Mages that had been defeated. "Well..." began Portha. "Let's get the healer teams in here... I think we'll let the governments decide who has to pay the damages for this one..." said Atma with a smirk, the nun blushing as she continued to heal her comrades even as the musketeers moved into positions to cuff the Dark Mages and gather the Sabertooth Mages.
It took another day at least for everyone to get fully healed up from the fierce battle. The government representatives decided that since it had been Minstrel that had been the target of the Dark Mages, and the Townsend family that had been held hostage and threatened, that Minstrel's prisons would hold the Dark Mages. The Holy Tempest Team were given their reward of jewels, along with a gift from the Musketeers and Townsend family. A green version of the uniforms they had worn during their time in Minstrel. They would be considered honourary musketeers should they ever return to Minstrel. And so they returned home.
