"Ouch," Aya grumbled, looking down at herself... and her... gashes and stuff. She always really hated getting hurt. She did, however, tip an imaginary hat to Inyrra for gutting the creature and finishing it off, and then turned and promptly ran.<br/><br/>To anyone paying particularly close attention, which they likely were not with all the demons and forcefields and gurgling corpses, the bard seemed to move... a bit more quickly than a normal elf. Perhaps moreso than she herself was able to fully keep track of. She skidded to a halt next to Aidan and Gajol, and upon seeing what was in front of her, a wide smile immediately crossed the elf's face. "Pretty...." she cooed, her deep purple eyes glossing over slightly as she gazed into the chaos. It was highly distracting, and Aya found herself forgetting why she had come over here in the first place... oh right, evil priests. "Hey, where are the evil priests?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>