The monk's rush avoided all harm, the bodies collapsing after bursting with those hot splashes of blood. The sacrifice-woman was screaming, blood hissing next to her altar, steaming hot. Thankfully, the collapsing cultists only splattered up a little way, not high enough to hit her on the altar from the ground. Nonetheless, as the monk stood victorious, none of the cultists would remain alive in that.<br/><br/>The shard-dagger was hot, but not too hot to hold. The pommel gem in it shone lightly, seeming to be trying to tug free from the blade's metal strappings. Nonetheless, the rush off after Lissu was met with a hallway of boiling hot blood, but the short woman stood alive, albeit frightened at the end of it. Her wand was broken in pieces, her other hand holding a dagger still, pointed to the direction of the hallway, seemingly to discourage anyone from rushing in on her. Shaking a bit but dropping the blade on seeing the monk's approach.<br/><br/>"They just... they... I killed some but ... then they shook and burst into a heated wave of blood."