[center][b]Cease Fire[/b][/center] --- Things begin to pick up momentum, as Lothar's cry for rallying against the enemy stirs the disoriented and able injured to action. Those of the Templar and Republic not otherwise occupied begin to drag themselves up from the wreckage of the church and close-in as a group to drive off the last of the enemy. All the while, Draza and Gahrul successfully begin to move the injured away from the unstable wreckage where dust and small bits of debris still is in the process of settling. In there efforts, Draza even manages to assist the hefty Gahrul in extracting Sisera from the precarious rubble and laying him out, on a pew for someone more skilled who could come in and set the broken leg. Nearby, though, Davian holds out his warhammer, fingers flickering as a signal. Himself and 2 Templar begin to hold back, one injured and one not. There eyes all dart around to survey the area around them and take in. Davian himself focuses with predatory eyes upon Taigyn, lips curling back into a sneer as he begins to walk towards him, leading the other two. All the while, Taigyn is too preoccupied, attempt to assist those in need and inspire them to continue the fight. All the while, though, Alhvaharyis channels his magic. It would appear to be successful as the two mercenaries of the papacy release enraged screams and launch themselves at the leader of their assault, howling about gold and all they ought possess. A mag cackling begins to echo within the chapel and before them, fire flickers across the ground and the sound of clinking gold begins to filter. A golden fire erupts upon the ground and darkness begins to grow from it, until a lithe demonic form of dark red begins to reflect within its depths. A wide toothy mouth of crooked serrated fangs is spread with laughter as insectoid limbs protruding from its back twitch elatedly. “YES YES GOOD! REVEL IN YOUR GREED MORTALS!” It continues in its mad laughter, jowl spread in a wide maniac's grin as it revels in its chaos. Alhvaharyis begins to feel an immense tug upon himself, eyes wide as he feels the compulsion to indulge and horde, to rip items from the corpses of the dead and take what rightfully ought be his! Lothar, so close, feels the washing corruption flow over him and deeply buried thoughts begin to flicker in the back of his mind that this was rightly his land and all those before him were only serving to ruin what was his. Around them all, chaos begins to erupt, as Templar, Republic and Papacy fighters all throw themselves upon each other, shrieking and trying to rip coin, armour and weapon alike from each others' hands. A few hold back, baffled. The few that resist, attempt to calm their brethren only to be taken into the fray. Even, it would seem, the two Templar following Davian find themselves in a scuffle as one throws themselves upon the other, much to the first's surprise, as it shrieks about gold and glory and power. The shadow of Greed laughs at the chaotic display. “You have done well, Alhvaharyis! Look at these pathetic mortals all! Scrambling and fighting for what is all mine! ALL OF IT IS MINE!” he howls delightedly, his entire body near in a spasm as he claps and stamps his feet and cheers. Davian, though, lets out an angry cry, “IT WAS MY JOB! I WAS TO BE THE HEAD OF THE ORDER! THE TEMPLAR ARE MINE! THIS LAND IS ALL MINE!” The second-in-command throws himself at Taigyn, lashing out with his great hammer. The weapon slides off Taigyn's shield, effectively blocked as Taigyn instinctively strikes out, landing a blow upon Davian's leg. Metal crunches and Davian yelps out in pain, stumbling back to recover. He was limping obviously and his metal was bashed terribly in, restricting his movement and causing blood to seep out between plates. “Davian! Get a grip of yourself! This is not you, we have a chance to do so much good! Resist the demon!” Taigyn pleads, taking a step forward. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spies the injured Alida, shield abandoned and arm dangling uselessly. The dark-skinned woman awkwardly goes to strike out at Davian from the side, to assist the Templar leader, but slips, her battle-cry alerting Davian of her attack. Even as the Templar swings to attack, Taigyn dashes forward and raises his shield to protect her. The strike was intended to kill, the force hits and Taigyn's arm goes numb, shield dropping... And sending the warhammer colliding with his face. Skin splits and blood begins to run down from his forehead as Taigyn splutters, slipping to the ground and struggles to gather his wits.