As Kyra and Brannor shot down the fleeing cultist, Kyra was ready to take another shot when she overheard the man grappling with Orchid that he wasn't a cultist, but a sellsword. Somehow this only made Kyra even more angry. Being driven by divine fervor was one horrible thing, but to lay waste to her home because you sold your principles for coin. Kyra was tempted to shoot this man right now. However she merely took her arrow out, ready to send it through his treacherous skull if he showed any sign of deceit. She was debating to herself if she'll even let him leave this grove alive. On one hand, while her teachings of Chauntea would encourage her to be merciful, Kyra could not forgive this man. And because she could not forgive him, anger filled her heart.

Kyra approached the man, arrow resting on her string, but not drawn nor aimed. She was, however, in the perfect position to execute him once all was said and done. Even if she ultimately doesn't, she wasn't going to give this man even a silver of hope. She wanted him to feel fear that his death would not be the worse thing she could do to him. And she was already thinking of all the horrible things she could do to him. [color=pink]"It is a shame. A cultist would know more about the people he follows. If you don't know anything about them, then you're food for the wolves."[/color] Kyra said, spite and hate clear in her voice.