Cleaved in twain, head and body!  It was so easy too, like sliding through the water of a pond... only with fire all over the blade.  Cleaving all the way through it, she watches it fall (and Mr. Fluffles get out of the way!) with it's head toppling off once it hits the ground.  The job was done...<br/><br/>"You alright?" she asks the Oracle as she sheaths her weapon and looks Mr. Fluffles over to make sure he was okay (and he was; tough li'l thing he was!) "Again with a shot to the gut..."<br/><br/>Assuming everything was okay, it'd be checking the bodies for anything of loot-worthiness, and then proceeding to the cave itself to search it's depths... hopefully they would find no carcasses of dead priests or priestesses...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hehe, making the DM laugh is always a good sign.  It's when he starts laughing for no discerning reason that it's a problem... &gt;.&gt;<br/><br/>And... that means I'm almost at my next level, doesn't it?</div></div>