Washadi,

You desecrate my Lord's holy shrines with your depraved, vile touch yet again. Your challenge means nothing to me, but if you are looking to spill blood - or have your blood spilled over your transgressions, then I accept as one of Righteous Accord's Justiciars.

You seem to have mistaken the silence of Light and Fire's devout as absence, so for your edification, I will remedy this. I do not seek your repentance nor atonement, as those luxuries are reserved for the redeemable souls that are few and far between. You are beyond such. No, the only thing I require is to watch the fires of agony dance in your eyes as your draw your dying breath upon the end of my blades. And when you do finally, pitifully expire, I will make sure that you scream so everyone can hear you.

Ana al-muqra afn-Inra! Tana qanis najjari ud zakhri qan udmatin al-akhirat

I am the Dawn's fury, washadi. You will know the Light, even in your last breath.

- Lord Marshal S. Kavoros

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 24th of Slyphian, in the year 7 AC.