Mirnea begins to laugh at the shock of lighting that came down upon poor Aya, her face twisted into a sickly grimace of anger and rage against the priests as she begins to move and mutter some unheard of (to the companions around her) language of her native tongue with her angry laugh suppress by her need to say the incantation just right. She kept the knife that Inyrra handed her and twisted it in her wrist, flipping it's edge from side to side as her fingers deftly worked it into some arcane motion that also contorted her body shifting her feet around and moving to a different angle of the priest, while her voice continued to get louder and louder from the power of her boiling blood. Her amber golden eyes began to show signs of blood vessels building up from the sides as she muttering turned into straight out yelling.<br/><br/>Just she was about to take the tip of her blade and cut herself below her ribs, she saw Inyrra slash through the priest and seeing the slices she made, it was unlikely the fool would survive that. She broke her verbal recital took a few steps back waiting for the inevitable fall of his body to happen. Mostly unseen by the others, she couldn't help her feeling of need to release and the sweet sting of pain that she so needed to feel right now. She still took that tip of the blade and cut herself slowly, a small cut, just over her belly and smiled a little both in the enjoyment of the coming vanquishing of her enemy but also from that sweet sting of pain as the blade made short work of her soft tissue of her skin.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">Ahhhh...</span>"<br/><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~<br/>Allura was still busily scribbling on the ground when Aya got hit by the fire blast from the heavens. She looked at Aya to see if she was truly hurt and once she made that determination, she would figure out if she needed to stop her glyph creation to heal the poor rogue.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>