It was horrible. The poor man, who had stood bravely in the face of a terror that would shake even the heavens, was gone. Solis wasn't even sure that he knew his name. Perhaps if they'd met in another time... another life.... And poor Jeridan, whom he had often seen at the inn, a man whom he had over the years managed a grudging respect for. Perhaps even admiration.
In the space of a few seconds, one was gone and the other looked like he wouldn't make it. Tears welled up in Solis' eyes, eyes which had seen much in their short span on Gaera. But there was no time for such weakness. There would be time to grieve later, if there was such a thing for those assembled. This fear and pain... Solis tried not to dwell on it. Instead, he threw it into one more spell, like he was taught to do. Like he felt his Brother would've done. "Combined fates from distant skies," he started, still surrounded in a golden haze which would light even the deepest darkness. "Once again I beseech thee. Banish from my sight this evil which would conquer me. Through distant wastes and starry nights, from blasted plains beneath the skies, the Priestess waits to strike you down for all who fear your twisted guise! And though you may think you can see, the Emperor still does lie in wait, to blind your eyes and, just maybe, to remove you from this wheel of fate!"
Some would look upon Solis and notice the wounds where once there were none, and the way the light got a little too bright to bear, as if it were too much for his body to bear. The light brought Solis power, as it always did. But even now, in the midst of his full strength, surrounded by a glow, Solis wondered if he would ever be able to contain enough to stop this thing...
(Solis does another Hand of Fate production, Burning MP of LOTS and HP of much. Specifically... Wheel Of Fortune + Emperor for -18 to Tarrasque's AT, and Wheel Of Fortune + Priestess for -18 to Tarrasque's MBlk. Again, Solis' MAtk is 52+d20. MP lost : 61 + 33 HP Burn + 10 TP lost. Good luck folks.)