The church was now almost in shambles as you and your enemy fought, the traitor almost winning against you.

Punches after punches, you thought you finally knocked him out once he fell to the ground. As you turned around, your soul almost flew out of your body when he put you in a headlock. That smile, it wasn't good news at all and you wanted none of that. "Thought you were smart, but old habits die hard, no?" He purred into your ear, his voice growly and blood on his face as you stuggled against his iron grip. Saurabh was close to getting you out the way permanently. He should've rotted on that blown up battleship in the Arctic Circle.