She was ready... The Priestess drew herself up from under the Dias after shaking off the worst of her inner terror, her great sword between her two hands held tightly. Her shoulders and chest heaved with heavy breathes, her teeth gritted together, her brows furrowed in anger and hate for the demons that have come to rip apart her beloved worshipers. Her sword held out in front of her as she surveyed the scene, seeing the once strangers but now heroes attempting to fend off the fiends to the best of their ability. She would not let them fight alone. She already owed the barbarian woman too much in the few seconds that she cut down the fiends in front of her. She raised her sword above her head and took a charging stance and made a break for the fiends, running as fast she could with a roar of passionate resistance for her congregation building up speed just as she ran straight into the inner circular invisible wall with a <thump!>.<br/><br/>A secondary <thump!> was heard as she landed on her back and ass, her sword clattering loudly above her when she bounced from the wall to the floor, her nose bloodied from the impact...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>