Inyrra just stood frozen, the indecision eating at her. She just watched the scene unfold in mute silence. Her silver eyes blinked a few times and she ran a hand through her hair. She just wanted to cry. The feeling almost overwhelmed her. She watched Gajol free the other prisoner and Allura was doing something that she could not quite make out. The priests seemed beaten but as she watched the priest stood and flung an arm out toward Aya. Before she even saw the sparks or what he was doing Inyrra was already sprinting toward him, both swords materializing in her hands.<br/><br/>The voices may be right but she did not want Aya harmed. The thought was strangely frightening to her and she tumbled past the priest, both swords lashing out, determined to stop him from doing harm, permanently.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>