[ WP ] A dark necromancer and a shining paladin face off for battle . Make the necromancer heroic , and the paladin villainous .

The gleaming fist of metal smashed into Amrin's jaw, making him stumble onto the table behind him. Blood dripped from his mouth. He spat and saw a tooth. Turning back, he allowed himself to laugh. 
 
 `` For someone so holy and up god's arse Olanus, you're bloody quick to employ violence.'' he remarked, wiping the blood from his mouth. 
 
 His assailant stepped stepped out from the shadow of the room and into the light. Clad head to toe in shining steel, emphasizing his already fearsome physique. The helm covered his face, but between the holy symbols on his tabard and being a frequent victim of his right hook when he was younger, Amrin knew who it was. The knight raised an armored fist and stabbed a finger at him. 
 
 `` Did you not think I would find you here, brother?'' he spat. 
 
 `` I was rather hoping you did'' Amrin retorted, batting his hand away `` Hopefully I can talk you out of this madness before you get more people killed.'' 
 
 `` Madness? You pervert life with your vile sorcery, where I wish to save innocent people and I'm the one who is mad? You willing preform magic that is destroying you.'' 
 
 Amrin lowered his hood and felt his swollen jaw. He was n't wrong. Sunken eyes, pallid skin, atrophied muscles. When you deal in death, the effects take its toll. 
 `` Yes. I re-animate the dead. But that is only flesh and bone. The souls have passed. If they have n't its my job to help them on their way. The scientific advances we have made in medicine alone will help thousands. But we respect the natural order. Life can be prolonged. But outright preventing death is obscene!'' 
 
 Olanus clenched his fists. `` You sound just like the Church, no wonder they asked for you.'' 
 
 `` Is that why you went rogue? Your bosses not radical enough for your little faction?'' 
 
 `` They would n't know!'' he bellowed `` The things I've seen. The woman and children butchered, for the crime of living in a different land. The pilgrims and missionaries torn apart before I could help them. We are supposed to be peacekeepers, but we ca n't even protect ourselves. But no more. We are close to unlocking the secret to eternal life! With your expertise and research we could have a working formula in a matter of months. I can fix this world. Please.'' 
 
 Amrin shrugged off his cloak and placed it on the chair next to him. He wanted Olanus to see that he was armed. Not that a dagger would do much against a couple inches of heavy plate. 
 
 `` And how many more must die for your Paradise?'' he asked. 
 
 Olanus, took a step back. Physically hesitating. 
 
 `` As many as it takes.'' he replied. 
 
 Amrin drew his dagger and looked directly at Olanus, perhaps he can pierce the armor with his gaze, if not his weapon. `` And am I to be among the dead?'' he asked solemnly. 
 
 `` That depends on you'' Olanus replied, drawing his sword `` Will you oppose me?'' 
 
 Amrin stood silently for a moment. His weapon felt pitifully small, his body weak and frail against this beast of a man. But the answer came easily. 
 
 `` I think I will.''
