Grace was done, she looked up at the queen, or...demonness, or whatever she was, she stood like a regal statue on the precipice of the bow, as if she steered the chaos with her looks.

Almost entranced, she was trying to listen to the words that were coming out the demoness' mouth, but something was wrong, what was that noise? The seething throng split for a second, and she saw some...people coming towards her, who in the nine were those people? they looked familiar, did she know them....

She shook her head as if to rid her of the cobwebs, cradling it in a hand as the other held onto the hammer whose head rested on the strange floor before the demons.

Something was so wrong, and a small quiet voice within her spoke 'Move!'

Confused, and barely able to stand, she frowned, but, she obeyed, and stood up, raising the eyebrow of the queen. Which was when the madman grabbed her from out of the sky, and took her off, all she knew, all she thought of, all she desired, was to hold on! And she did, what little strength she had, she held as fast as she could, it wasn't the demon skull smashing strength she once had, not the divine power that she wielded with the continuous thrumming of her hammer slaying those around her, but the strength of a mortal who knew she had to escape.

And then she was on the ground again, she looked up to her savior, or whoever it was, and placed a palm upon his arm, calm as the eye of the storm, letting the divine energies heal his wounds, as if saying, 'thank you'.

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Lay on hands Heal - (3d6)[11]
Removes Fatigued and Dazed status effects.