You chant a brief litany and draw back with a divinely inspired strike!
< With the speed and temerity of a swooping falcon, you slice a curved Aldauth scythe-blade at a lanky grey lach. A lanky grey lach attempts to evade, taking the full blow. The scythe-blade flashes with a brilliant white light and lands an apocalyptic strike (So that's what it felt like when Grazhir shattered!) that cleaves it clean in two from collarbone to hips.
A lanky grey lach abruptly ceases movement, its expression as vacant in death as it had been in unlife.
[You're off balance]


Vidumavi exclaims, "Wait!"
Vidumavi points at you.
Vidumavi exclaims, "Your that Blasword guy!"
>nod vid
You nod to Vidumavi.
Vidumavi exclaims, "You are the bomb!"