THE FINAL THROWDOWN: EVERYONE
While the others trudged off, Raol lingered to survey the gristy scene they left behind. It was almost enough to turn his stomach. Bodies were in various states of dismemberment. Hume blood had flowed freely during their battle, too freely. The Blades were fierce warriors all, but mostly fought beasts, like cactoids or cockatrice, or the undead. This was something else entirely.
Raol bowed his head and prayed. "Thank you, St. Ajora. It is through your love and blessing that I am able to continue to serve you." After he reopened his eyes, he caught Rictor's gaze. The Korporal wore a similar look of unease and disgust. That he wasn't alone in his conflict brought Raol a small measure of comfort.
Those men and woman could have known the everlasting love of St. Ajora in the Beyond. Instead they had chosen the cold void of the Dark. Raol hoped that one day those black souls might one day find the Light.