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[i]Rayvon, Andrea & Ceann[/i][/center]

Rayvon listens to the replies so far with a faint nod. The loss and damage by tripping the bomb was indeed grave. She finishes her prayer with a gesture over her brow before beginning to walk towards the plume of smoke. Until one in her company so boldly moves forward and begins to frisk down the corpse of the fallen Jeremy. Her face contorts in rage and she turns about to address him but he had already moved on to further desecrate the other dead. Her face twists in rage at the dishonorable act and she finds herself drawing her blade once more, fully intending to address him.

It appears his sacrilege was not unnoticed by the others too. For before her eyes the drow priestess was sparking a spell between her hands. Gnashing her teeth at the lack of formality to addressing his sinful greed, she decides upon the only thing she could do yet. She releases her sword with one hand, holding it lax and out of the way as she rushes and bodychecks the priestess full on to interrupt her concentration on her spell. He would pay for his transgressions, but the scourge must first be given a chance at redemption.

She let out a yelp of surprise when she was bodychecked once more, growling, expecting that damnable vampire to have done it again, instead she found herself face to face with the Aasimar warrior who had made such a ruckus of making a challenge to fight the vampire. She growled, baring her teeth, "Get off me! He is desecrating a aspect of my goddess and must pay for it!" She hissed.

She glares down at the drow before plainly stating, “He has committed crimes against the fallen, that he will be addressed for. But not all are blessed enough to know the sins they commit. The rogue will learn, but he must first be given a chance to learn from his ignorance.” She does not get up yet and continues to pin down the priestess. “Stay your venom yet, priestess and allow me to address him. If he refuses to acknowledge his folly and amend his ways... Then you've my permission. Yet not a moment sooner. What better are we if we strike down an unsuspecting man who knows no better, hmm?”

She growls, who did this aasimar think she was! And who she is addressing, she saw no way to get out from under her though, she did not have the strength to gain the upper hand, not without some kind of surprise on her side. She suddenly smirked, she knew something that might give her the element of surprise that might cause the Aasimar to be stunned long enough for her to get out under her hold. Without warning she suddenly pulled her head up and kissed the Aasimar, counting on her to be surprised and roughly turned her over so she would be on top of her and then get up to deal with the heretic her way...

Her eyes widen and she looses a surprised squeak as she freezes. Her mind begins to race to try and realize what exactly was going on. That is, until she is flipped over and she looses a grunt of pain as her injured shoulder thuds against the ground. That moment of searing pain tears her back into the moment and she draws back with a gasp and cries out in alarm. “Y-you! You dare steal a kiss from mine lips!?” Outrage floods her as she kicks out trying to throw the drow off her.

The Aasimar reacted quickly, damned warriors and their reflexes, she managed to think before she let out another yelp and fell on her back, letting out a groan as she felt the sting of her own injuries taking their toll. She couldn't help herself though as she groaned, lifting her head to look at the Aasimar, making a eye contact and openly licked her lips. "So I did, and I must say, it was much sweeter than I expected. Just be glad that is all I dared to do, at least for now." She got up with a snarl, "Now don't stop me." She slowly got to her feet to look for the damnable heretic and defiler. "I have to punish someone..."

Rayvon snarls and hefts herself up, drawing her sword up and angled at the drow. “How dare you!” she cries, tears lightly coming to her eyes. Her heart was racing and she was still unsure how to register what just happened. Her hands shake on the grip of her sword, all she could think is that this woman stole innocence from her just now and so rudely. Without her consent. And still she thought she would back down! “Childish, egotistical, self-serving, murderous wench! YOU WILL STOP NOW!”

She rose a white eyebrow, why by Lollth's tits was this aasimar overreacting like this? It distracted her from the spider desecration however as she winced and placed a hand on her wound, groaning as she felt unbalanced suddenly. "By Lollth, calm down woman, it's as if you have never been kissed before." She said with a snort.

Rayvon trembles in her armour, disgusted and seeing the drow seeming to back down she relaxes. Her hand leaves her greatsword, letting the end rest against the ground as she wipes her mouth with her gloves. Indignation floods her, but more so that she must defend her pride. She would not give the drow the satisfaction of knowing that it was just the case. With a huff she turns away from the drow and directs her next words at the rogue scavenging from the dead, “You, sir. Cease in your actions. The dead deserve more respect than you grant them. Return what you have stolen to their rightful owners that they be lain to rest with them. You know not what peace you may steal from them by such contemptible acts."

Her eyes widened, "That's it? That's all you do." She shook her head and turned to the other queens blade, eyes narrowed. "If you do not put back what you took from that noble spider, I will burn you alive." She ignited her hand to make the point, tempted to hurl a fireball but didn;t, she had no desire to be bodychecked again. Making sure to keep a eye on the rogue from the corner of her eye she turned to the aasimar and crossed her arms, studying her, she then widened her eyes. "You gotta be kidding me... that reaction... I was your first? How old are you!?"

She bristles at the words and grips her sword tight. “Two and twenty years,” she snaps, “Now leave me be, harlot. Your disrespect once today is more than enough.”

She blinked, two and twenty years and this was her first kiss!? These surfacers surprised her more and more with each day she stayed in this sunscorched madness. She blinked, no it had to be a other reason, she cocked her head, looking oddly at the Aasimar and then voiced her concern. "I... you are not... you are not... damaged... down there... right?" She vaguely gestured to between the Aasimar's legs

Her face blanches at the bold indecency of the drow and snarls back, “That is no business of yours!” She hefts her blade, bristling and fighting back every urge to strike out at the drow. “If you have not noticed, drow, there is still a battle waging about us and your own guard appears to have suffered severe injury and needs assistance. Do something useful. Your duty as a Blade, for example.”

She kept her head cocked, curious at the rather vicious defense the Aasimar was projecting, she frowned at the next thought but Ceann had insisted most sentients on the surface would act as such and that it was desirable to do so. She, inclined her head and uttered words from her mouth she had never said, "My... apologies. You are... wounded as well, do you require healing?"

She glowers at the drow, “No. Besides, I am unsure your magic would be fully effective on me. See to the more seriously injured. I believe the vampires in our midsts could use a token of blood to regenerate as well. I would assist, but I fear my blood may not be well for their consumption.”

She showed her arm, with the puncture marks of teeth, "I already donated." She suddenly smirked and gestured to the Rogue. "Perhaps to pay for his sins he should donate some blood... if you could arrange it, if he does that, I will be less inclined to burn him to a crisp."

She hesitates. The thought was indeed a good one and perhaps could result in holding away any potential death the injuries could incur upon their group. “Indeed...” She addresses Mars, “You heard the priestess. A selfless act such as that would certainly show your willingness to change. Assist your allies that we might be able to move forward, as a unit, to assist the rest of the town and the Queens of Renalta.” She pauses before lowering her voice, addressing the drow once more, “And you... See to your servant. She has done you well and your negligence of her service and injury is both cruel and unacceptable.”

She looked back at the Aasimar, a smile playing on her lips still. "Oh she knows her place and serves with dedication." She gestured for the Aasimar to look behind her.

Ceann had her arrow pulled back, clearly aiming at the Aasimar's back but as she turned around and the priestess signed to her all was well she lowered the bow and removed the arrow. Leaning back to lie on the ground and let out a sigh of relief.

Andrea kept smiling and looking at the Aasimar, "But you are correct, I should assist her." She walked forwards, standing beside the Aasimar and reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder and let out a brief surge of healing energies into the wound the Aasimar had received and she whispered to her. "I would like to converse with you some more, if you allow it. Fellow queens blades and all." She winked after saying those words and went for Ceann.

She shudders and draws away after the cool flow of energy knitting her injury inflicted by the drow archer. She frowns and continues to glower at the rogue, neither accepting or rejecting the future chance to talk as she holds her blade parallel with herself. Standing over the rogue, she waits to descend judgment if he fails to act upon her ultimatum.