Father Thomason grimaced, coughing a moment and shivering. "Some damn cultist, claiming that there can only be one faith once they are done with this." He grimaced again as the dagger was pulled, the healing magic keeping him alive for certain. He was hurt, but he ought to be able to get better with time and his own magic joining along with Gabriel's magic later, perhaps.<br/><br/>"The others didn't have a chance. I heard some commotion and came here, hearing the cultist finishing them and coming for me. I had a weapon at the altar though. Just in case, this is a place for a goddess that promotes having strength of your own afterall. When the attack came, I had one of my own. I believe I left her worse off." He winced.<br/><br/>"Still trying to figure out how her dagger<em>danced without her</em>when she let go and focused on just wielding her other blade one handed."