Fyodor. As the man stepped out I knew with a sinking heart that there would only be blood here. Leo almost looked like he was frothing at the bit to go after his cousin. We had already moved far past the traps we had set and tactically we weren’t in great shape for a fight.
At least most of us had moved up before the wave of Fyodor’s zealous god asserted itself. The aura was almost overwhelming, driving people to anger as things became a blood bath. I used what power I had to summon a boar of Benjiro. It battered at the man as we loosed other magics. Byron’s fire roared through the air as we struggled not to give into the divine call.
Leo transformed. My eyes almost buggered out as I saw him go completely feral. Some kind of lithe were creature. He tore at Fyodor and I felt myself stumbling back at that assault. Then a minotaur hit me from behind as I stumbled to the side. Fyodor had finally decided to act and a single sword swipe almost killed Leo in a single blow.
I reached out and pulled at his blade, somehow managing to pull it away and into my hands. Even having him at a disadvantage, something was terribly wrong. Fyodor was going to win here. I saw him run into our traps, a man gone mad. Somehow he managed to make it to the other side before Leo caught up to him. I tried to interpose myself, but Leo stabbed me.
We need him alive. We need Fyodor alive. He has a piece of the Builder in him! There was nothing I could do as Leo finished the man off, bashing his brains out until it dribbled away in his hands. I stood there horrified.
Our chance at the man orchestrating the doom of the city and Leo threw it away for a chance at revenge. Lady C dubiously offered to revive him but the damage was done. I reached out with my senses and saw the trap here for what it was. The essence of the Builder is in Leo now. Gods help us all.