"On it," Rose calls. Them she actually gives out an almost unearthly battle cry as she moves. Jumping and kicking like a creature of death as she gets through the men between her and the priests which isn't many.
She punches, cuts, and twists them like rag dolls not looking to kill but she causes so much destruction so quickly the remaining ones can't chant out of surprise. Then she knocks them down and has her sword tip pressed under the chin of the high priest with a cold look on her face.
"Don't even wiggle your nose, priest."
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