This guy just wouldn't die. Aya glanced over at Faleemazar or whatever the hell his name was to see how he was doing before twisting and lunging forward, the wicked chains spiraling her arms launching outward.<br/><br/>She attacked the still-breathing cleric with them in a flurry of slashes and rakes, her lithe form spinning and twisting every which way in order to keep up the momentum necessary to keep her attacks rolling. The gleaming steel of her bladevines bit at the dark priest again and again and again. Priests could not be trusted, particularly powerful ones. If he were allowed to live for much longer he could do something very, very bad....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>