With the speed and grace of a trained, if deshelved and exhausted, inquisitor Delia's body shattered the glass like a fleshy cannonball.  Count Lactus screamed as she did so, and the cultists ran to try stopping her.  All acted too slowly, however, their guarded stances anticipating a charge rather than an unorthodox escape.<br/><br/>The glass tore at her and the impact on the mossy stone was hard, however, and she'd be hardpressed to come out of it unscathed and unwinded.  But doing so might prove vital to her chances of escape...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Resistance</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Resistance.<br/></div></div><br/>Before Delia was the stone pathway to the road, and behind her was the manor.  All around and slightly outwards was the dilapidated wall, with a few spots she might slip through into the woods.  Some were closer than the gate, but she could risk getting lost if she bolted out of one and right into the wilderness.<br/><br/>A place the servants of Gaia were no doubt lurking...