Ter'ra would be bringing up the rear, the dark elf sorceress surprised at the sight of enemies in this temple's chambers. Perhaps something had gone wrong... or perhaps right... Either way it was obvious that those plant zombies were hostile, and though she had recently had a full meal of fertile grain, the drow wouldn't mind a backup salad. She would fire a magic missile (d4(2)+1=3 damage) at the middle one (plant 4), the arcane hunger within boiling up in her middle