"Purifiers, huh?" Monk's eyes glittered, darting left and right as a multitude of thoughts crossed his mind.
Putting a new smile on his face he patted Med's back, "Thanks, brother. Stick with me in the next fight and I'll make sure nothing happens to you," with a wink he offered the one thing he knew Med wanted to hear the most.
Even though Med was quite an informed individual, he was a pacifist that had never even killed a fly. To force someone like him in a battle where life and death would be decided in a matter of seconds was nothing shorter of a death sentence for him.
Med seemed visibly relieved. This was also one of the reasons he stuck with Monk so much. Monk had only joined the Temple not too long ago yet there weren't many that could defeat him in a one on one fight.