<div align="center">(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz359/Majere_Draven/Banner2.jpg)</div><br/>when the gate dropped a massive tan minotaur in blue, white armor strode out. "a lot of sound and fury signifying nothing, poor unholy thing..." shinining with holy light he charged like a lightning bolt from a clear blue sky, not even waiting for the rotting mass to respond, an honorable opponent he might have fought honorably. this was not such an opponent.<br/>He was divinely fast when he charged, before she could respond he was upon her like a typhoon of white fire, an impact would cripple her and send her flying, but if she dodged, he'd take the advantage and bring that flaming his axe down on her. he would leave the rotting corpse with no choices in this combat.<br/>his soul was energized, he felt almost alight with holy energy, he was a paladin after all...