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[Center]Rayvon, Mars, Andrea[/center]

The Templar stood overhead, sword drawn and ready to exact the justice she believed in. Mars had opted to ignore the duo of persecutors while they had been caught in their own altercations, although the attempted fireball admittedly startled him. Now the Templar stood overhead, ready to enforce her virtues. Mars sawed at the spider one more time, then let go of the blade, which was still sunk deep in the spiders abdomen.

"If the dead have need of jewelry and gold to rest peacefully in their next lives, I fear no poor man will ever find peace in a rich man's heaven... I know your kind Templar, perhaps all too well."

He rested his forearms on his thighs, his hands bloody from both the gore of the spider, the blade and the vampire. "I wonder, how much more sacred is death to you than life, that you would draw your blade for one but not the other. Are you willing to strike me down for the dead, but not her for a life?" Mars said as he pointed to the Drow and her servant. "I want you to say owning a man is a righteous thing. Say that and I will desist.""

Mars washed his hands in a small pool of clean water which had gathered at his feet, only a small patch of purity surrounded by a lake of blood tainted water. As he did so, the water turned a murky brown from the blood and dirt, "We're all defilers here Templar. The world has been brutal to us so we have become brutal in return.

Mars stood and faced Rayvon, eye to eye while he pulled out a silver ring and rolled it about in his hands, "Gold is my god and power is the virtue I hold sacred. I am whole because I know everything that I stand for and for a moment I thought we were on different pages you and I, but It appears I was only half wrong. You stand somewhere between me and the holy soldier you think yourself to be." Mars dropped the ring in the bloody water with a splash.

"It was on Jeremy's finger. Put it back and assure yourself that you fought for what was important when it mattered. You fought for a silver ring on a corpse as a master and her slave stood at your back. Do you know which virtues I have the most contempt for Templar? Those half followed."

Mars drew the carving knife and returned it to it's sheath. He then plunged his arm into the spider and removed a sizable soft pink sac. He rang his fist around one end and held it tightly before him as he turned to the Drow woman who was some distance away. The silk producing organ in hand, he spoke to her, "If this animal had been yours from the start, and not reered its fangs at us, you might be burying it whole."

It might have been foolish to be making enemies with those who would supposedly be his allies, but Mars supposed conflict was inevitable, as it often was between him and Zealots.

Andrea had just arrived at Ceann's side, pouring some healing magic into her when she heard the words being spoken faintly, turning around to glare with utter hatred at the heretic and defiler and as he produced the organ after desecrating that noble spider she had to fall back to some of her mental exercises to remain calm. She marched back, one fist clenched, the other painfully tightening around her whip. "That spider was mine heretic. I had persuaded it to ignore it's false master and accept me. I will not accept a defiler like you to get away with this, so you either hand that to me." She gestured to the silk making organ in his hand with her whip.

"Or I will forget what I said to the Aasimar here and resort to the punishment of my homeland for people like you." She said with narrowed eyes, "I do not care for what trinkets you steal from the dead or the dying, but to mutilate that spider, before my eyes. That deserves death." She said that through gritted teeth, her words laden with promise.

"Really? You would punish me for your laws, in a land that is not your own, where your laws do not apply?" Mars gave the Drow a wry smirk, "Looks like we're both criminals."

"I won't fight you over a spider, but I will fight you over gold, and this is as good as gold," He then held the spider organ a little higher. Mars then looked at the Drow and then over to her slave. "Of course maybe we can reach a settlement. You're a priestess? Part of the Drow upper-class? So pay me. Pay me the price this would fetch and I'll do as you want, a price you could probably afford a thousand times over. "

Mars motioned the amount with his fingers.

Rayvon, after Mars dropped the ring removed her gloves and fished it from the murky water. Closing her eyes she tries to think about what he said. In some ways, it made sense. Yet, he was still a man of greed. She gnashes her teeth and stands with the ring, water and blood intermixed dripping from her drenched arm. She stares at the two, unsure of their tension before speaking up. "Priestess. Cease this nonsense. Enough lives have been lost. This issue I will bring it up with those in charge of the Blades." She pauses and adds, "Leave it be for now, and I will grant you conversation later, when there is time."

With that said, she moves over to Wayne, shaking off the water before she kneels beside him. She looks at his eyes and nods, "Malaki's brood... Perhaps then I can do some good..." She takes his hand and drops the ring into it, "It was apparently your brother's, perhaps it will do you some good as a token... Now, hold still." With that, she places one hand on his chest before tearing free the shrapnel impaling him. With a grunt, she slices her hand upon the piece. "Drink. But the moment I feel fangs, you feel steel," she holds her hand over the vampire and allows blood to drip into his mouth, hesitant to allow him to latch on less he potentially taint her with his curse.

Andrea glared at the defiler, gnashing her teeth and after the Aasimar had her words the drow priestess just huffed and turned around needing to attend to her servant, she would definitely not forget this...