The Sacred Fist turns towards the True Believer with a rare smile upon his normally angry face.
Your very words condemn you, and reveal your faith in nothingness. I have not spoken of god, nor do I believe in one. It is the powers of the divine that shelter and save us, that nurture and protect us. It is the divine that I protect, not a god. As for the illithid, it is a creature of the divine the same as you or I, and your beliefs to the contrary expose the fallacy in your thinking. The divine created him, it is not his fault that he bears the shape of an octopus, and yet you would exclude him and torment him. My task is to stand against that, to defend the beliefs of the divine. Let no man discriminate against others for the shape he bears, or the language he speaks. The Divine stands against that! I will stand against that!
The Sacred Fist slowly clenches his palms together and draws a longs word from a sheath at his side.
Still, I am glad that you finally found the courage to accept my challenge and defend your beliefs. You are a blasphemer and worthy of death by my blade, truth, but perhaps the wretched trait of cowardice does not posses you. Although you did try to avoid this righteous confrontation for quite a long time. So perhaps I cannot judge the strength of your character. Regardless, I know who will emerge victorious in this fight, but you may take solace in that fact that you may possess a small shred of honour.
Whirling his sword in his hands Pinman lowers his voice to a whisper.
Your death is near you know, but you still have a chance at eternal salvation. Renounce your worthless beliefs, and accept the true power of the divine. Only then can you find some peace- although in heaven.
Prepare yourself to die you vile defamer.
Finally, having finished confronting his foe, the guardian of the Divine turns towards the others.
Thank you for allowing me to prove the truth in my religion. May holiness consume you all.