Aya did her best to flip back, to avoid the profane fire smiting her from above. It was too big, too much, too fast. She tried to minimalize the damage but ended up pretty badly fried, her cloak catching on fire.<br/><br/>However, even after Allura's healing spell took off a bit of the sting that came from being... well... smitten for a heretic, the priest would soon realize that the last thing he wanted after him was a wounded, flaming, mentally unstable elf. She lashed out, again with those awful chains, the strange weapons flying and weaving about like bladed tentacles, lashing all about the evil cleric's body like he was an elven schoolgirl and they were in the mood to rape.<br/><br/>But because that one priest was dead, she did that stuff to the other, still-alive priest instead.<br/><br/>Howls of nearly psychotic and pained laughter peeled from Aya's singed lips as she gave her next flurry of attacks her absolute all.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>