RedGiant: Make sure Chaplain doesn't get the chance to hurt WhiteDwarf ever again.

Chaplain: Ghhh! Libra damn you, you crimson mountain, don't get between my blade and the target that calls it!
RedGiant: No.
RedGiant: I've already hurt one person today. Please don't make me hurt two.
RedGiant: I hate doing it. Please, just stop.
Chaplain: Her body conducts a forbidden power!
RedGiant: Her body is bleeding. She's hurt, and in pain.
RedGiant: She's not conducting anything.
RedGiant: Also, she told me that was all in the arm you cut off.
RedGiant: I don't want to hurt you too. Please go. The air's getting thin in here.
Chaplain: HAH! I could run you through if you tried, blackguard!
RedGiant: Probably. Then I'd be bleeding and you'd be hurt after.
RedGiant: I'm asking you to not make more pain. There's too much right now.
Chaplain: ...

Your bulk deters him. You usually don't think about violence, but right now, you can tell he can't figure out any way to cut you such that you don't immediately replicate a frat boy's forehead-beer-can-crush with his fancy helmet.

Chaplain : THIS DAMNABLE WALL OF FLESH AND ARMOR MAY HAVE A POINT. WHAT DOES OUR BOOK SAY ABOUT POINTLESS DEATHS?