[Another little drablet with the witch and the snakescale warrior]

Two warriors face in a field, one a paladin held by holy order to kill all users of magic not allied with the church. The other the snake scale warrior who had been making his way acting as a companion for the witch.

It was a duel, and one both knew the rules to and when the arrow was heard coming his way he knew also that this was no fair game of skill. It had been enough for the holy knight to charge with his two-handed sword charging and dropping the blade vertical along the helmet to have what he felt would be hard metal be gone. Fog had come in unnaturally throwing off distances before a light had shone over the pair causing the holy warrior to jump back before looking to see the witch who had come out of her hut, a round shield big enough to take care of unwanted arrows flying her way set in the moat of the field.

The look in her eyes had said it, she knew there was magic played and that had been why she had been pulled out of the house by the action and had to show there was fairness in the act now causing the church’s forces to work in other ways now.

Scanning the situation their tactics in battle had been something he had known very well, but the sudden impatience and lack of honor had been something he was unsure of. What had caused he did not know but it was not something he had understood them to do before. It was a question to be asked later as an arrow came whistling by his helmet aimed at the witch before it was set floating in front of her completely harmless before turned and sent back along the same route through the fog and light catching someone with a muffled gurk before the sound of body met moat and grass.

It had been a sound both of the armored warriors heard and when understanding there was no more back up the paladin had become more defensive trying to create openings tactically instead of by tricks. However, the snake scale knight had already lost patience for those who used honor as a currency and shifted his hand to a handle behind the sword who when pulled had glowed in a viridian and moss palette before a visage of a snake had been uncoiled from the handle to catch the blade and the attacker in its bind. Magical weapons not held by the church were illegal but there was nothing extra they could do he figured and decided to show something.

“You, [******]”

 A spell in the tongue of the high holy, although as he used his other hand to block it the eyes in the helmet of his opponent almost shot through the blessed steel and gold.

[******]. {******}..[**********!!!!]

Three separate calls to power and three separate counters, each had been a piece of evidence that had even the witch’s eyes on the snake whip holder. Magic was a finicky thing but to counter something there had to be something there.

There had to be a power in the same school of magic that the spell was. She had believed in nature and the green and it had been something that had given her great wisdom and joy in life. Ways to counter the effects were a way to work btu that would not throw the spell aside as she had seen. Dark magic would not do that and neither could her magic that worked with the green and creatures.

Over the time he had stayed with her he had slept in the barn, turning it into a small forge and being quite useful at repairing what he had and what she needed. Nothing major but enough to understand he was no sell sword.