[center][color=1a7b30][h2]Aleph Banton[/h2][/color]
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[b][color=1a7b30]"I'm Aleph Banton and I'm helping!"[/color][/b][/center]
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[center][@ADamnFiddle][@Lucius Cypher][@liferusher][/center]
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[b][color=gold]“I am sorry, Mr. Allen Balton. You have experienced something you should not have. This is my fault. I’ve failed my teachings as a knight. My friend is dead, killed by another one of my friends..” [/color][/b]


What did she just call him? His name wasn't Allen! It was Aleph! AL-EPH! ALEPH! Was this woman deaf? And also, should she mourn her friend AFTER he died? It was a bit rude just sitting there, talking about experiencing the death of her friend who was still in the DYING phase of death! Perhaps she was merely a bit clueless? Oh well, at least her heart was in the right place. That's all the mattered, right? 

Aleph's hand stopped twitching the very moment that the orc had breathed his last, and as a hero who had done nothing to avoid this death, Banton felt ashamed. He should have saved the man before him, but seeing an ally slay another against their own will had managed to shock the false hero into inactivity. The orc had managed to break the blade, but would that really be enough to keep it from controlling more people? Aleph could only hope that he hadn't just let this orc die in vain. 

[b][color=1a7b30]"Knight Maria?"[/color][/b] Aleph wasn't sure what she was going to accomplish by approaching Malakaus, but it wasn't likely to be a good idea with that sword in him. And, of course, he was right. She had intended to take the sword into her own hands! [b]"[url=https://youtu.be/2Pm6BnI-vaI?t=80]What are you doing!?[/url]"[/b] he questioned. By this point, they were down two and a half allies and one and half of them were do to this stupid sword! Did she want to be another casualty, or to cause one!? 

What would happen if he tried to force her off of what was left of the blade? Would it cause him to be infected by horrible thoughts of friendly fire and murder? Would he be safe? He couldn't be sure unless he tried, and that wasn't a risk he was willing to take. He figured he had to separate her from the hilt at any cost, before she too had succumbed to the vile thoughts that tainted it! 

[b][color=1a7b30]"Forgive me!"[/color][/b]

Gathering the necessary strength in both of his hands after sheathing his sword, he placed his hands in the space between Maria herself and the sword, and fired one concussive blast towards her chest and the other from the other hand towards the sword in order to push them away from each other. Perhaps this looked awkward, but it was the best he could do without physically touching either her or the sword. He had a sincere hope that this was the last time he would be required to use magic, and not only because he disliked magic use, but because he wasn't capable of continuous spells like this without suffering dearly for them. 

[s]That's what she gets for getting his name wrong[/s]