Epalm couldn't help but smile when the magic took hold. The one thing he was most afraid of, was actually no problem. Bartuc and Vincent quite easily cast aside their rivalry to create a fantastic healing spell, one that even put Epalm's best healing to shame. 'The power of two offensive priests healing still is overwhelming.' he thought as Bartuc bowed to thank Vincent. "Congratulations you two. You've mastered the hardest part, compramising." he said to them as he took a few steps back. 'Well since Valas and I will be using it later, might as well let them see it now.' he thought.
"Now that you've done a healing spell, we'll work on step two, defensive spells." he said and then held out his right arm, looking like he was about to grab something about knee high. "You two are going are to create a defensive spell that will stop my attack, but it won't be as easy as you think, for I won't be using my holy fire for it would have no effect on you because of two reasons. Number one, I choose what my fire hurts and I could never use it fully on you students. And two, even if I did, Bartuc's own immunity to fire would negate it." he said to them with a smile then continued. "Those two reasons mean you're in for a treat, because no other students, and at least one teacher, haven't seen this yet." he said with a sly grin.
"Pyrados, head my plea, grant your humble servent his weapon so he can serve you fully. In your name I pray." he said in a softer voice. Epalm's training room was designed to his specifics, down to the floors. They were no carpet, tile, or any sythenic floor. They were in fact, just dirt, just as nature intended. A small rumble would be felt in the room, but would be barely noticable outside the room and totally unfelt in any of the other classrooms. After a few seconds of it, a small mound of dirt began to grow beneith Epalm's outstretched hand, little by little, they would be able to see some kind of metal, then a handle, then a hilt, and then the rumbling and mound stopped, perfectly at his hand, which he grabbed. "Vincent, and Bartuc, here is my weapon." he said to them and with a violent yank, it was out.
Epalm placed the blade in his other hand, showing the two quite well of what it was. The hilt was a foot long, black leather cloated it, the guard was a bright yellow, roughly four inches wide. The blade itself, which was three feet long, was a work of art. Pure crimson steel, except for the family crest in the dead center of the blade, however that wasn't was was truely unique about this weapon. Instead of the edge being smooth, and the back being smooth, was replaced by symmetical jagged edges that roughly went out about an inch from the blade, then receded only to repeat the pattern all over the edge. However while the two were examining the blade, a small flame quickly moved around Epalm and ingolfed is left shoulder in flames that died as quickly as they appeared. In it's place was the shoulder guard that came with being what he truely was, a Paladin. "Think you two can handle it?" he asked them playfully. 'Of course their chances, even working together are slim to none in this situation. Unless they can identify the drawback, or accurately identify the new power I have.' he thought.
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