Wheezing in surprise as the beast's lightning-fast pommel-strike slammed into his plated side, a sickening crunch heralding the breaking of ribs resounding through the room, Morr was forced off, cursing his weakness, he, heavily breathing, heard the words of the demon, trying to raise himself, using his sword as a make-shift crutch, he was on his knees.<br/><br/>"It matters not what he has done before your sight, hellspawn, he would not be a free man in this temple if he had not sought redemption for his actions." Slowly rising again, the pain of exhaustion now amplified by damaged ribs, Morr finally managed to stand, "If you wish for death, beast, then I have plenty of such for you right here." He beckoned to his brandished blade, pointing it at the fiend.<br/><br/>But then he heard the words of the armored monk, and he would have almost slapped himself for not realizing it further, for trying to puzzle out how the beast had managed to infiltrate this sacred place, its source of power had to be near! Scanning the room rapidly, Morr's eyes perceived the glowing mirror, obviousely tainted by pure evil. Barely able to walk, he limped towards it, striking the foul thing again and again, his blade once more alight with purity to destroy all that was of true evil.