As the priest began to fall, slumping to what was undoubtedly his doom, Aya decided to take the opportunity to do something she'd always rather wanted to do. She retracted her bladevines and charged forward, launching herself forward and twisting slightly as she uppercut the snoozing cleric as hard as her slender arms could manage -- sure, the bladevines, or a spell, or whatever, would have been more effective. But punching was like a hundred times more fun.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"...Motherfuckah,"</span>the elf said as the dark priest drifted away to his assuredly-unpleasant final resting place, cracking her neck to the side dramatically.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>