When Aya had taken hold of the key, Gajol set the ruffled priest down and gave him a slap on his hindquarters, making him jump with a look  of indignation. It was as soon as she turned to the other, slightly less defended priest that she suddenly felt her muscles get a rush of pumping strength that burned through her veins. She grinned and ran at the man, and having already bested his spell, was no longer effected by it. She took a run and leaped into the air, her gigantic sword over her head as she made a devastating blow on the priest. Though he was not immediately dead, he was incapacitated and bleeding on the ground heavily.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Just as Gajol had set aside the priest. Inyrra heard a voice swirling about in her head. It was androgynous in that it sounded like either a fairly high-pitched man or lower-pitched woman, difficult to discern. The words were remarkably convincing and seductive, tugging at the tiefling's inner mental fibers as they made themselves known.<br/><br/>"<i><span style="color: navy">Gajol was just buying time with her apology,</span></i>" was the first subject it addressed. "<i><span style="color: navy">She needs you now because of the fiends here but as soon as that threat is over, the Barbarian's sense of honor will not wane and she will want vengeance for your foul deception in her eyes.</span></i>" It sounded angry, though of a fearful, warning sort, as though the brutal strike she'd delivered to the priest was headed for her next.<br/><br/>The next ones dripped with venom and spite, twisting the knife of doubt in Inyrra's guts. "<i><span style="color: navy">Aya played off her surprise quite subtly, didn't she? And doesn't the elf have a beautiful body as well? And yet, she is surely very jealous of your physique.</span></i>" The words were laced with a strange mixture of pride and disdain. "<i><span style="color: navy">She doesn't have the unique, exotic qualities with which you've been blessed, and she desires so many. Her wishes most definitely are of a dark nature, wanting your removal from the group so she could have anyone she desires without the competition. Perhaps she would even wish it to be more... permanent.</span></i>"<br/><br/>Finally, the voices settled on another, their tone rapidly shifting to one that was sweet yet predatory. "<i><span style="color: navy">Ah, and then Allura, so innocent and naive. Sincere and corruptible; she would be so easy to manipulate and to make her yours and yours alone, and would it not be so wonderful as to have another to heal your wounds, to care for your sickness, and to mend your broken heart...?</span></i>"<br/><br/>The voices reverberated for a moment before fading away into nothingness, having made its impression on the rogue.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>