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"I know. But this does not matter." Lukas wished to make this quick, for his sake and hers. "This way. I've set up what I could." He led her to a small cave, not far. Inside, there was a small shrine, where the ritual would take place.

Lukas began explaining as he took some final items from his backpack: "What I need you to assist me with, Oracle, is to keep me alive during this endeavor. I am about to do something very dangerous, and I require your magic to sustain me if things go awry." He took a bottle of holy water, and dumped it on the grave; lit a few candles, and saw the grave glow as he continued: "I wish to say no more. Everything else shall be known once it becomes relevant."

From the shrine rose an angel, shining with a light so bright it illuminated the cave, majestic white wings, a quartz blade very well hidden in his robes. Lukas allowed it to rise, and finally declared: "I'm sorry to do this, but for the greater good, I must kill you." He drew his Terran staff, a wooden pole of the finest quality, stronger than steel. He readied himself, and then charged forward with a strong lunge.

His first strike aimed for the angel's head; the spirit managed to parry with his beautiful weapon; a gleaming beacon of power, capable of slaying great evil. He then found himself in a heated duel; thrusting, parrying, deflecting, and dodging the angel's flurry of attacks, trying to get his hits in as well. As he tired, he yelled to his hire: "Now's a great time to jump in!"