"I'm only stalling until boss is done with your bishop," Hartwell said as he met Pontiff Nari's sword. "You can't beat me, no matter how many times you try."
"Even Qil'Al's champions aren't immune to death," Nari said, gritting her teeth.
They'd been fighting for hours, but neither of them had gained the upper hand. After The Bishop's last transformation, their fight had taken another turn. Hartwell lost interest in their fight and began a tactic of hit and run. Every time the Pontiff thought she was gaining the upper hand, Hartwell would find a way to distract her and get out of sight.
"Your miracles cannot hurt me," Hartwell told her after dodging a fire ball half his size. "You represent a weak, cowardly god. I have the soul of a Primordial in me!"
"That only makes you as powerful as I, when I was High Priestess," Pontiff Nari said. She shot her hands forward and another fire bolt flew toward Hartwell.
