The spell's energies exploded across the room and the half-elf could almost see the spectral tendrils of the sleep magic touch the templars. The usually simple spell was quite potent, or whoever wrote the scroll was an adept mage, because only one out of the five could resist the magical compulsion.<br/>The female inquisitor snarled at the display of arcane magic, and as her companions collapsed, she quickly glanced towards the stairway behind her, back at her companions and at the still armed group - with a spellcaster among them too that she didn't account for, distracted by the initial presence of a fiend.<br/>"I'll remember your face, witch!" she uttered hatefully at the sorceress and turned to flee back to the other floor, and hopefully get reinforcements.<br/>The other four were unconscious and at the mercy of the girls, though the sleep spell would only keep them unconscious for a minute.