The Demon
I was a half-demon with another form, and to me, prayers were like a swarm of gnats.
All that buzzing and biting distracted and annoyed me, but it didn’t preclude me from acting. Or, more precisely, rushing forward, deflecting the templar’s blow—which made my hand go numb—and thrusting my sword right into his...yep, exactly that part of his anatomy. I sincerely sympathized with him as a man, but those scum would do well not to breed.
Two.
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