In spite of her best efforts, the spell had already been cast, the words had been spoken, the fire had struck, and Inyrra could not prevent the pillar of flame from descending on Aya. What Inyrra could do, and did so, was bring him swift retribution. Her two swords buried themselves in the priest's chest, and his blood spilled over the wickedly sharp blades. The hatred in his face did not recede in the slightest, his expression twisted until the very end as he fell to the floor.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>