Though the last two swings didn't hit, the others did indeed land, slicing through the priest's skin and muscle, scratching the bone. He was bent over, bleeding everywhere and looking up at Aya with pure and utter hatred as he held out his right hand. A few sparks of white-hot fire swirled around before disappearing. For just the shortest moment, there was nothing, but it was soon replaced with a pillar of fire that materialized from the ceiling and shot down at the moon elf, the air suddenly taking on the smell of a clean fire.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>