The Priestess squealed in terror as some of her congregation burst out into pieces in front of her, she went diving under a vestibule in order to avoid the madly swinging barbarian who was slicing up demons appearing out of her flock left and right. She buried herself under it hoping to avoid the ichor and general bloodshed, bits and pieces of human flying in every direction, she began chanting her prayers and moving her hands trying to focus on her faith while quaking in fear. She readied her sword but spent her time trying to gather her courage to stand against the demon horde, drawing upon her faith and symbols to build her courage.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>