
Iddin jerks as hears a shatter and an axe tears a bead off his robes. The priest stares fiercely at the rescuee and begins to raise his staff. But the thought of reputation comes a moment before the words leave his lips. Lyun is a valuable asset to the band -- and the priest hardly thinks two angry infidels would be easy to put down while wounds were licked. Maybe even more of his allies would be stupid enough to even defend the heresy.
The moment ends and he looks back away, scoffing. He stomps the glass Ia tore from him, and his enchantment is torn from the two corpses. They fall limp as their unnatural props turn back to dust. Whatever chance at life Iddin thought they had gave way to the last spurts of blood and newly burnt flesh.