His lips and jaw shuddered in the harsh breeze trying to look for the strength to talk, let alone fight. He raised his head to see a shining beacon amidst the night sky. The snow itself turned to slight ember hues around him.
"I sought only shelter, warrior!" Daesalliss said, little more than a mumble.
The warrior rambled on towards Daesalliss, feet falling heavily and angrily showing no sign of wear from the blizzard. He had an almost zealous conviction about him. Before he even realized he was near him, a blunt edge slapped across Daesalliss's face. The numbness took away the majority of the pain.
"You and your kind, your kind. By the holy light you cannot leave me be, always following me, forever attacking me. I have an answer for the curious." He said, spitting upon Daesalliss as he spoke. The light was too brilliant for him to make out the features of his assailant. He could feel the warmth getting hot, and it wasn't comforting. It felt very dangerous. A move born from the very depths of desperation, he swung around wildly, releasing the nightmare from the orb embedded in his chest. It screamed into existence and flew towards the fighter.
A shattering, penetrating shriek flew towards the man, but within a moment's time, it quieted, transfixed by him. Slowly the black shadow began to swagger back and forth, shuddering in the cold. It twitched slightly as the man raised his morning star in the air. Before it reached its apex in the night sky, the shroud of the nightmare began to tear back like layers, shadow after shadow fleeing from the light before it. As the weapon reached the very peak of the sky in the mighty warrior's hands, Daesalliss covered his ears. The sound of countless cathedral bells sang it's almighty threnody, trembling the very earth around them. It echoed throughout him, sending ripples over his body, disassociating mind and body. Before he could gain a sense of reality the holy figured struck again.