Jabidas gaze flickers downwards as he floats on tensors disk, the paladin is surrounded but nothing is getting through to him he moves with the grace of an experienced dancer and his motions are blurs in the air with the percission of a clock, balanced perfect motion. nothing gets through the radius around him a circle of the dead, limbs fall to the grond, blood a mist in the air..... but eventually all things must fall but not now
Jabidas feels something in him not sure what he casts wail of the banshee and half of the twisted demons fall clutching thier bleeding ears dying, screaming but not able to hear themselves just the white agony
The paladin keeps moving
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