The Prophet of Guilt dodged every bolt, and fired a bolt from his Sword, along with a battle cry. The Arbiter dodged the bolt, and skidded to a halt. He faced the Prophet.

"Prophet. You killed my master. That is not that of what a true Prophet would do," the Arbiter said, sounding wise with his deep voice and meaningful words.

"You have good attributes, Arbiter, and for that, I shall spare you. Your words are wise, and that may help me in the near future. Now leave this city, and do not return." The Arbiter met the Prophet of Guilt's gaze, and left the rooms, never letting his eyes leave the Prophet of Guilt. He would be watching him.