Viridiel panted as he emptied out his mana. . . His eyes widened as he noticed the tauren, "not qui. . ." he growled in answer as he unleashed an arcane torrent, silencing the nearby deathknights and replenishing his mana. Yet it was too late as the massive metal fist cracked into his face. . . Viridiel was sent sprawling to the desecrated ground, the undead arms grabbing him as the world spun around him and he fell unconscious.  Out of the fight unless Merenwen could heal him.