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A sudden wind sweeps the smoke away to reveal neither Paladin has received so much as a scratch from the explosions.

Cain sighs. 'You know we'll stand here all day until one of us decides to use our trump card, correct?' Azarias nods. 'It's always the way. Novices can sling their basic charms about, and experienced casters can fight using Thema: but a battle between Paladins will always come down to a difference in Noble Arts.'

Scarlet light forms on Cain's index finger of his right hand, and several of his circles disappear, leaving only the one under his feet. 'Then I'll start. I don't think your companions will escape this, do you?'

'I don't know,' Azarias replies, as golden light appears on the index finger of his left hand, and his own circles disappear save for the one he stands on. 'I certainly hope they do.'

Both of them raise their hands at the exact same moment, but before either of them can say so much as a word, a burning house collapses in on itself, throwing sparks and burning furniture over their battlefield. Cain clucks his tongue. 'Shall we pick this up another time?' Azarias nods. 'Another time.'

Cain smiles in answer. 'I look forward to it,' before he walks away. Meanwhile, Azarias blinks, and a moment later, is standing next to Manteau, tossing his staff to him.

'We should go, before he changes his mind. I'd rather not tangle with Scarlet Gehenna at the moment, and I'm not sure he wants a taste of any of my spells either.'

Several figures run out from between the houses, black robes flapping in the hot wind. 'And here come the Inquisition...' Azarias groans.

'Halt!' One of them shouts. 'In the name of the Angels, halt!'

Azarias gestures towards the road. 'Continue running? Or stand and fight?'