<strong>Diadra Starborn</strong><br/><br/>"Lady Firehair, guide my blade..." Diadra whispers as she pauses a mere moment to pray to her patron as she stripped the covering from the tip of her glaive.  A shimmering blade of pure ruby lay underneath the covering, glimmering with internal light as she focused on the nearest target.  Charging forward she used the butt of the weapon to launch herself high into the air toward the fiendish vulture-kin, crying out. "Sing,<em>Feringale!</em>"<br/><br/>The blade erupted in a wreath of ruby flames burning with holy fire as the light within grew to illuminate the surroundings in crimson light, and a single, piercing note rang out from the blade, a note of such purity that it would bring hope to those of good and jar the creatures of evil.  One of which suddenly had the wrath of the elven warrior descend on it from virtually nowhere.<br/><br/>Diadra's aim was true as she came down, the blade whirling above her head before coming down in a slash from one shoulder of the creature to the opposite hip.  Her landing, much like her jump, was graceful and her silvery voice obviously smoking with rage. "Come, fight one who isn't helpless,<em>creature</em>."<br/><br/>((Acrobatics 15+20=35 vs. 25 with a running start, ending up 5 feet away from the demon.  Attack roll...20, Crit Threat, 17+24=41.  Assuming it's a crit, 3d10+48, 1d6+2d10 fire, 2d6 holy = 68 physical, 15 fire, 6 holy.))