It was an odd feeling, like being remade all over again. The sand went in one wound and came out another in search of the next one. The wounds I was covered in disappeared before my eyes.
I held my hand up. There wasn't even a scar! This couldn't be a dream could it? I got to me knees and watched as sand poured out of the mortal wound through my middle as the flesh closed up after the sands exodus from me. I got to my feet as the rest of my wounds disappeared. As long as I lived I would not forget this!
"How awesome! You are my God! There is none other like You! Well does your word say that You have power over all things for You have made me whole again!"
The crowd had been going wild in adulation of the wild man's victory, but now they were calling out to him frantically pointing at me behind him. He had gone to fetch a sword to no doubt cut my heart out with, when he stopped as he registered the crowd's shouted exclamations of surprise and alarm in place of their former jubilance of him. Turning he saw me standing there and he rushed for the sword laying a few feet away from him, but the sands of the arena opened up and swallowed it.
The crowd murmured in hushed fright at the sight of the unexplained disappearance of the sword. I strode towards the wild man without a weapon in my hand. He wasn't so cocky anymore and it was clear to me now that he had been helped out in the fight against me by the darkness he let reign in him.
Nothing else could explain how he had thrown me across the entire arena, when it looked as if I was about to overpower him. Innate hatred and fury poured out of his eyes at me. His eyes were deep pools of darkness ringed with fire.
"You are still but a man! We will destroy you now!"
The figure of the wild man burst into flames and a deeper voice of darkness broke forth fouling the air with its utterance.
"We will devour you now! Nothing can stop us!"
I continued to stride purposefully toward the demon horde now manifested in the burning aberration of what had once been a man, who had chosen poorly.
"You're wrong foul and crooked spirits! By the Lord's authority and majesty, who you lift yourself up against unworthily I cast you down!"
Inhuman screams sounded out, that would have chilled even the stoutest of souls, but I kept walking sure of my Creator's authority even as I felt His living imprint within me.