Blaze Alistair

Blaze is the kind of indifferent and cold man, raised in misery and paid to kill every witch who threatens the great church. When he was entrusted with the path, he didn't know he would have to deal with the greatest of martyrdoms. "Stop right now" He ordered that woman who had killed his entire squad in a couple of minutes, for him she was more than just another prey to show off her head to his people and bring honor to his temple, the arduous fight gave way to the opportunity to encapsulate the dirty hands of the rat in some sacred ropes, weakening her until she slept, that night inside the camp he watched the woman perceiving any sound like a war machine ready to attack, uneasy to see her stand on the ground looking for a moment to clear her unfocused vision

"You better not try magic if you don't want to die."

he murmured with that thick and raspy voice, however he analyzed each weak point of the witch with his sword unsheathed in case the woman struggled to free herself

"Piece of shit, traitor to the light"

He spat when he saw her try to recite a spell to escape, he quickly hit near her neck to silence her without any delicacy, he was not interested in the life of traitors to the great goddess Persevis, in his years of experience it was normal to see shameless women who would do anything to fight, but it was strange that she did not try to bewitch him like everyone else