Aevala was taken aback of the sheer force that the murderer commanded as she fought to pierce his glowing skin. His magic is really strong, Aevala thought, and, in the same moment the thought crossed her mind, the man mysteriously traveled a decent sprint away. She somehow doubted that anyone on foot could really catch him, but she wanted to make sure that he was at least leaving the camp. Aevala lunged after him, running as fast as she could in the hopes to land a penetrating blow into the crazed cultist, or at least chase him out of the Sarista campsite.