"Divine Monster Hunting!"
The invocation of the Miracle came through a yell of the veteran's voice, spawning itself in various circular formations of light that appeared across the arena floor. It wasn't clear exactly to Lorel what the true nature of the circular symbols were that etched themselves onto the ground, but it didn't matter.
'It doesn't take a genius to know that stepping on any of those is probably a bad idea. Still, he's covered most of the arena in them–he's limited my movement options by well over seventy percent,' Lorel thought.
Vangrave breathed out, coated in blood and sweat of his own as he ran the metallic fingertips of his gauntlet along his blade, "Hear me again, Divine. I call upon your authority once more–bring me the arsenal of the Heavens to skewer the enemy of your holiness!"
An immediate change in pressure was felt by Lorel, sensing the man's aura rising rapidly with those loudly-spoken words.
