Josephine followed the stark movement of the Bishop with a keen, practiced eye as he stepped toward the man. She watched, and she listened, waiting for the moment when she could step forth from the chairs and take Communion. She knew by now what to expect and the sight of the bound, prostrate man being cut held no concern for her. Perhaps in some cities the Lance took a more murderous view when it came to their Communion offerings, but not here. There was no need in this place to go so far.
Regardless, she had had the opportunity to torture in months past, and this would not be one of those times.
The Paladin rose swiftly, scenting the blood as she stepped toward Bishop Grigoriev. With a quick, practiced flourish she made the sign of the Spear across her forearm before taking the chalice and raising it to her lips.
It was a brief action, but the coppery tang of the thick, still warm blood lingered in her mouth as she ended with a soft, calm: "Sum sanctus," and returned to her seat.
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