<span style="font-style: italic">God's above, that thing is a </span>monster<span style="font-style: italic">, how are we going to stop it?</span>Dagnyr thought when he saw the demonic general lurk from the mist, horrific in form and undoubtedly stronger than any other of his fellows on the field. Though incapable of truly feeling fear due to the gifts granted to a paladin, Dagnyr was still left apprehensive about this turn of events - it would be so much harder to retake the dias with<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>upon it. There'd definately be a number of casualties and while he knew he could count on his fellow paladins to lead the charge he wasn't so sure that fear wouldn't get the better of any watchmen supporting that effort..<br/><br/>Fortunately, matters of retaking the dias from the monstrous general are swiftly solved as a beautiful woman steps forth to join in battle with the beast, taking him on with naught but a pair of daggers and armored in nothing more protective than what looked like silk and fur. Such grace and beauty, as well as her position on the dais could only mean she was one of the celestials who were supposed to visit today!<br/><br/>Despite wanting to do something - now would be an excellent time for Alyssa's plan, after all - he can't help but find himself transfixed by the fight like everyone else, staring in awe as the two opponents dance across the starry sky, soaring higher and higher. He curses under his breath as the celestial is wounded and enveloped in the demon's blazing lash, then gives a small cheer as she plunged her dagger into the demon's gut.<br/><br/>...and then stood, somewhat dumbfounded as both parties seem to explode and vanish. His confusion was magnified as he found that the<span style="font-style: italic">entire demonic army</span>had vanished with them! Save for the dead, dying, and the two that had been knocked cold by Alyssa and himself.<span style="font-style: italic">What just happened..?</span>he thought.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, no looking a gift horse in the mouth...</span><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Well, what are you all waiting for? Everyone back to work! First Squad cleanup, Second Squad patrol, Third Squad..."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Dagnyr grins a bit to himself as he hears the sergeant's voice. It was good to know that she hadn't fallen in battle... or worse. But that also meant to get back to work ASAP, so he moved to Vanika, holy symbol and hands once more glowing with soft light. "They got you pretty good, hold still please..." he says, reaching out and resting a hand on her.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Dagnyr uses "Lay On Hands" on Vanika, reducing his remaining uses of it to 7 for the day.<br/><br/>Lay On Hands (5d6): 4, 6, 2, 5, 3 = 20 HP restored</div></div></div><br/><br/>Dagnyr smiles as Vanika's wounds heal rapidly, leaving nothing particularly serious behind, though the remaining injuries might still sting a little. "Not perfect, but better than you were, that's for sure. Thanks for your assistance in defense of the city, miss."