Miklos’s immediate reaction to the charging Siswa was to summon his sleep incantation. He whispered the words of making and enchanting and as softly as a breeze he blew the dwoemer into the minds of the charging foe.
Maruc sprang to his feet and hoisted his shield up and said, “Who has the healing draughts? We might need them soon.” He stood next to the chanting mage preparing to defend him and himself.
Feldard cussed some nasty dwarven words and took a moment to load his crossbow. He hated the idea of killing the ensorcelled elves but he was in no state to be fending off the lot of them in melee. He fired off a first shot towards the crowd of Siswa. He had only time to loose one of the bolts before they would be upon him. The arrow lodged itself in one of the lead Siswa, and Feldard hastily switched weapons.
“We’re crossbowing them now?” Saeth’s muttered question was rhetorical, and quiet enough it needed no respose. She stepped past the Dwarf, slipping him a healing potion for a while. “Cradle a drink for a bit.”
“And this could have been so easy” Nicolai muttered under his breath. He then deftly tossed the enchanted sword to Saeth.
There was not much time before the elves were within melee range. Just as they were about to reach the group, Miklos let loose his spell of sleep. Five of the seven elves fell into immediate slumber. Despite losing most of their brethren to enchantment, the remaining two entranced Siswa continued to fight.
Saeth stepped forward, leaving the sheath on her blade, hoping the elves could be brought down without lasting damage.