As she ended her roll, landing on her feet and turning swiftly, Aya's eyes narrowed, a slow, devious smile spreading across her lips.<br/><br/>She immediately dashed forward, twirling and spinning as she did, that deep blue cloak fanning out behind her, making the moon elf look like a lethal flash of the night sky. Her sights were set on the one unscatched priest, and those wicked, bladed chains were already springing from her wrist, lashing out furiously at the man who had prevented her from fighting for far too long... and gotten her bitten by all those damn bugs.<br/><br/>She attacked again and again, those razors lashing out with blurring speed to bite into the cleric's unholy flesh. This was what he got for fucking with a bard.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>