The Professor limped over to Albertus, holding his fists in front of him. The brace on his lame leg made for a nice counterweight for his kick. He may barely be able to walk, but it didn't mean that he couldn't fight.
His charred hands clenched into tight fists, he stood before Albertus, rocking his weight back and forth from foot to foot. "Do you... do you intend to fight me? For, for a man, for a man of your... repute... You, you, you lack the strength, the strength to b-back it up, yes? You t-talk of your power... b-but in a fight, in a skirmish... in a skirmish against one such as I... you fall."
He thumbed his nose at Albertus, smearing it with ash and blackened blood. "The Order, the Order... they taught me... my m-master had g-given me a... powerful ally. The heavens... they grant me strength. Strength forbidden to you... you with a heart of darkness. That is why... that is why you fall to an Acolyte of the Order."