My blood? Or would it have been the goddess' will regardless?
Illiiya stood tall as she was able within the shrine, fixing her glare on the knight as it recoiled from whatever godly force had harmed it.
You took him from me! She cried out in a voice breathless from her run and surging with barely restrained anger, as if demanding from the creature a reason for it's actions, But you will not take us! Not here! Now go, and crawl back to hell!
She glared the being which had once been a man down... her gaze unfaltering and her expression one of cold, determined anger.