The gaggle of holy men mill about, pretending to not hear you as you flutter off like a beautiful butterfly. Going off quite a ways and landing in a nice convenient alleyway. Yelling out as nice and loud as you can, chuckling to yourself at your ingenious plan for world domination. Right after you finish your yelling is when you see a shadow fall over you. A casual look upwards shows the sight of a beautiful maiden coming down low and fast, already screaming something about<strong>DIVINE JUSTICE!</strong>and swinging her morning star overhead. The only real clue that you know that she is a she is from how the only part of her not covered in plate is her head, along with the girlish screaming and the morningstar connecting to your face. Which promptly bounces off without any damage, as she floats off a tad and lands on her feet.<br/><br/>