The dark lich comes to a dead stop from the wall of light, and shifts his left arm into a blade. He then parries the paladin's sword swing, although holy fire does erupt on his arm.
While he did hit, the hit was awkward and his sword was parried. Because of this, he staggers for a moment but soon regains his composure.
Justice and honor are a heavy burden for the righteous. We carry this weight so that the weak may grow strong and the meek grow brave
— The Acts of Iomedae, Pathfinder
Originally Posted by Quibbilcious
I lost my artistic license after getting stuck in a poetry jam.