Anoria was shivering from the pain as she began healing her sister. After ten secoinds of healing, she turned to Silven, her eyes flashing dangerously. "You have chosen the wrong women to mess with priest. Words are just that, words. My sister has an abrasive tongue, but she wiwll not attack unless provoked."<br/><br/>Raising her arms, she cast several spells at Silven, taking advantage of the remaining time to get off a few spels.  Shadow word: Pain, a Devouring Plague and Vampiric Touch. Which she hoped would cause him to rethink his options. As the ice prison cracked, she screamed, using her Psychic Scream.<br/><br/>Whatever happened, they needed to get away from him and into a clear area to fight better.<br/><br/>KYnrind, wracked wth pain, her face etched with the agony he'd inflicted on her, and looking somewhat damaged, crawled out of the bushes. Murder in her eyes as she got to her knees and drew back on her bow. "Die fucker!"