You gaze to the heighs while holding Crosier of Angel close and utter 'Sanctum
circum'
The environment blurs with intense silvery light as IMMORTAL presence of Las
fills your soul. Air thunders around you as immeasurable amount of energy is
drawn in you, lifting your body high in the air. At the peak of your might you
yell in celestial trance 'MY LIFE FOR LAS!'
Surges of holy force coil around your Crosier of Angel forming a sparkling
bolt of divine energy. You twist your wrist and bolt hurls through the air
detonating on Small dead
pigeon.
You clap your icy gloves together to gain more power to your spell.
Small dead pigeon staggers for a moment, then drops to the ground, lifeless.
Small dead pigeon is DEAD, R.I.P.