Tiny crunches under Yvah's heel were drowned out by the clatter of combat raging further. Yvah violently turned heel to face the priestess's would-be escape route and chased after her. The priestess fell, and Yvah pushed through the doorway. Her fit didn't falter at this, instead she darted still onwards, twisting Lex's arm as she passed under his shoulder to slide past. Just as the priestess hit the floor, Yvah was upon her, claws bared and teeth set intently on her cheerful facade. 

Scrapes, tears, gnashing and blood-soaked gurgles reverberated in the still room, immediately breaking the silence of victory. Yvah viciously struck the grotesquely torn face of the priestess over and over, incessantly. A fresh paint of scarlet coated her freshly changed clothes and stained the bed of her nails. Scraps of flesh sopped onto the floor as Yvah raged against an inert and broken corpse. But there was no emotion in this. No screams of anger, tears of regret or laughs of hysteria. Rage seemed to fill her eyes and joy in her face, but these were designs to a cracking mask.