As Torus's magic took out the last raider, Kyra wasted no time celebrating their victory. Because as long as these raiders stilled stayed in her village, they haven't won yet. She kept and eye open for any more raiders, kobolds, or anything that might spy on them as she moved up to the chapel's back door. As she ran up she glanced at Brannor and Orchid going bout executing the kobolds. In a different circumstances Kyra may have felt uneasy about seeing such violence, but right now hatred drove her to ignore the slaughter. In fact part of her wished the same fate for all these raiders; to be brutally slaughtered while they're at her mercy, not even given a chance to fight back. She would gladly see them all hanged and gutted like fish and have their severed heads piled high like a pyre, burning their filth off the surface of the world. Dark thoughts for a cleric of Chauntea, but these were her feelings. Perhaps when this is all over she'll see guidance to cure her of her wrath. But for now, she shall wield her fury like a sword, and use it to strike back against evil.

Move up to the chapel Kyra was careful as she tried to alert the ones inside of their presence. Ideally they were already there and aware of what was going on, but just in case Kyra called out to them. Hopefully her voice would be familiar to them. [color=pink]Father Falconmoon? Anyone? It's Kyra Shepard! I've come from the fortress to escort you and the other villagers back! We must hurry, this area is infested with raiders."[/color] Kyra didn't lower her guard for a moment, keeping her hands on her bow and arrow, ready for any foe to rear their ugly head.

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