Even as Evelyn managed to squirm free and managed to gain some distance from her opponent, she found herself short of breath. This wasn't what she was used to, or prepared for. For a long moment she hesitated, wondering how she allowed herself to get so sidetracked and caught up in matters that didn't further the real fight against Tenebrax. As much as she enjoyed being cared for, it just hit her that she didn't quest for or earn the relic she obtained, it was gifted to her, worse she prostituted herself here and was slowly turning as corrupt as the people in this city. Even at the moment, she was offering a slave fighter to have his way with her in a contest without stake, with the odds heavily against her.<br/><br/>The moment of shock was enough for her opponent to seize the opportunity and gain upper hand again, engaging in some close quarters exchange that ended up putting the paladin helpless in a headlock, with her back to the gladiator, back arching and worst of all, her top yielding and slipping to the side, her generous breasts spilling out for the audience to see and cheer.<br/><br/>Evelyn slowly realized she couldn't win, regardless of her ability to break out of the hold. Even if she somehow bested the brawler and avoided getting raped, progressing down on the path she was on now couldn't lead to the end she sought. She'd end up content and comfortable, a pretty thing at Gandrav's side like Haley, already adoring the man as much as the maid, or worse, she could turn out miserable and pregnant with some nameless thug's bastard. Something inside Evelyn was yelling at her. You should be training to defeat the demon lord, not tangle this sweaty rapist. What would her captain want her to do?<br/><br/>From her current position, both Evelyn and Markus had a view on what they could have missed focusing only on their little tussle between the enclosed walls of the compound. Up at the sky, above the heart of the city the ever present eclipse seemed to be bleeding, oozing what appeared as inky black smoke down upon Wileah.<br/>The lightbearer has seen this before, she knew what was coming.<br/>A mass of light was mixed in the void-like substance and the shapeless mass soon coalesced into the towering nightmare the world has come to fear. The god of darkness, with the radiant lady, like a worthless, worn out whore in his grasp, penetrated in every conceivable way, to weak to put up even token resistance. The time for darkness to take this island has at last come, the beacon of light Evelyn discovered having lit the way.<br/><br/>Markus froze and his hold went limp, both him, the Doctore and the other gladiators gazing up in awe and shock, having seen the horror for the first time in their lives.<br/><br/>Evelyn, having seen, lived and experienced it for the past two years almost every time she closed her eyes, was not paralyzed. She was quick on her feet again, but what would she do? Everyone in the city was about die and if her visions meant to prepare her for the demon's full strength she was far from ready to face Tenebrax.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">After a series of big "fuck you"-s from life, losing 90% of my campaign notes... let's try and get this going. Here, have a demon god for starters, to get back in the (desperate and perilous) mood! Also a kind of reset on the game to get back on tracks and start fresh, if Evelyn survives of course.</div></div>