My Lady... Theo muttered with Awe. Theo's heart becomes empty of rage. Seeing Charis, Her voice speaking to him in this moment, Her command to slay the foe, he loses all anger at his enemy and is instead filled with a righteous fervor. She may be bound to rotting flesh, but Her Being was still the Sentinel whom Theo had spent his years obeying, following, and admiring.
Inspired by Her Word, Theo looked to the pathetic would-be-slayer of all, laying on the ground like a pitiful worm, and says with the firmness of a High Priest in the presence of his Deity. By Thy Command, and by my hand, it shall be done.
He reached back with his blade, a sword made for heroes, and aimed for Vlarath's neck. As Theo swung forward, the blade glowed with a white energy that burned with the sun's heat.
SpoilerI am not power attacking, but am using Divine Surge for an extra 8d8. This is a single attack. Fingers crossed!
(1d20+38)[45]
(2d8+22)[25] + (6d6)[22] + (8d8)[36]