Pedagogical Combat

"Pater, I demand to speak with you so you can answer my questions"

"Is that so? Grab a weapon from one of the racks and follow me." A few seconds passed as they both entered a sparring match, the young woman choosing a spear while the elder priest chose a blessed sword. "Very well; what troubles you, blood-daughter?"

She went on the offensive first, beginning with straight piercing attacks to the priest's body, only making sure not use all her strength at the beginning of the battle.

"When every drop of blood has been spilled and every skull collected, what will become of us and the Blood Father?"

"We and He on the Blood Throne will still exist." The priest answered, honest as always while redirecting her strikes to the side and making sure to close the gap, so her spear's attack range could be nullified.

"But that - gah"

The priest had closed the distance -- forcing her to move back on the defensive, while using the hilt to protect herself and find space.

"When we are killed, daughter, our souls are taken by He who sits on the Throne of Blood. We will live forever in battle with his Blood children and those Mighty few deemed worthy to follow in His brutal path, an eternity in war, battle aeternal! What matters here in this restrictive reality doesn't really matter at all, so long as our eternal souls have a place in His blood stained sands. Is that clear?"

"Then, no matter what becomes of this realm, when we die following His path... we will fight on forever in the battle aeternal?"

"Yes," the priest answered, honest as always. "Did that answer your doubts?"

Her face twisted into a crazed smile. "Yes it has, thank you!"

They both lowered their blood-soaked weapons; although no-one had died, blood had been spilled from both. And, more importantly, victory in belief had been achieved -- each honouring Khorne.

They both went their separate ways, knowing they will fight once again - together killing others for honour, or each other, or themselves. It mattered not.