The man shudders half way through the door as the spell hits him, making him a rather interesting target for her warder, the flat of his blade smacking into his forehead and face with a sharp twang of steel on flesh. He staggers as best as he could while tied by the spell, and slackens if at all possible. The other man is already busy tearing down half way through his door, his entire right arm a mass of splinter and blood, with a few bones sticking out for good measure. Reaching for the rouge as best as he can, howling all the harder with mindless rage.