In the Woods

Unfortunately for his own health, Fredrick fears no earthly force, and moves into the blow to attempt to land one of his own. All the light from his aura collects in his hand. And then he reaches out and tries to lay it on the Templar's chest plate. Should it connect the templar will feel deathly cold, as if plunged into the antartic depths without anyway to be warm again. The cold only gets worse as time goes on, and should last for a full minute before it begins to recede.

The blast of the flames does not move the Saint, passing into his skin as if it was no barrier. However if the paladin gets a good look at him he'll see that beneath his robes his skin has begun to peel and burn. From his hands a steady drip of blood drips, massive holes in his palms opening as the damage to his spirit brings the wounds he acquired in his mortal life upon his form.