Rian raised his left hand above, as the holy, illuminated aura that radiated from him began to shine within the darkness of the caverns.
"Light! My soul is your blade, my faith is your steel! I offer myself willingly so you may call upon me as your harbinger of righteousness!"
Suddenly, four wings of holy light appeared on his back, his eyes glowing with the same golden fervor as he took flight. The greatsword that was passed down to him from his uncle responded in kind, as the holy energy ignited the blade with pure, bright magic.
He charged forth at his adversary, driving the blade into the void that began to manifest in the Dark Shaman's heart. There was an explosion, one that knocked the paladin away with great force, tumbling to the ground behind his comrades, the day has been won...
"So...that's what happened?" He muttered as he rubbed his forehead, attempting to recollect the event in his mind.
"The Burning Blade of Quel'Thalas...The title bestowed on me by the Orc General we assisted for defeating Krol Firestorm..." He looked out the balcony from the spire he had recently called home, still bandaged and in the care of the Phoenix Guard.
He smiled, "I know to not let this go to my head, I did nothing more than stop someone who wished to cause suffering and destruction. However, I now have my answer. I can't abandon them, I will not let it become a suicide mission."
Rian peered to his blade that rested beside the bed, pulling it up to his lap, "Right, Uncle? I have a legacy of my own to create, if a part of it is becoming The Burning Blade of Quel'Thalas, then let it be so. The Iron Horde will witness our fury when we invade their home and push them back...History will not be allowed to repeat -this- time."
