When the Priest falls back into his chair, the dual-wielding axe murderer who is yet unnamed unfetters any emotional stability with a whoop of glee.  One that is strangled short when the elf with the vine-chains swoops in to assist.  Or, a normal person would think that was the woman's purpose anyway.  Janna is a few notches below or /above/ that line when it comes to competitions of martial might, and she grunts as she charges in as well.  Not without a hip bump to interrupt the graceful dancer's rythm though!<br/><br/>"Hey, get ya bleedin' hands off me man, prick-ears."<br/><br/>Competition, particularly healthy competition, for murdering diabolical devil priest is always fun and games.  Maybe.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>