Though he is unable to stop her himself, Pride reads the trickery intended by the mage, and warns the others. Khait meanwhile, has very little trouble silencing the woman's would be shout into a strangle choking. In annoyed amusement, the tiefling begins to strip the mage of her beige felts, revealing the bronze skin beneath, as well as a white birthmark of a comet above her left breast.<br/><br/>Hearing them discuss her punishment the mage writhes in Khait's grasp, but can do nothing to resist the kiss, or the maiming that followers, her throaty screams barely diminished by the loss of her tongue as the tiefling casts her aside.<br/><br/>The moaning girl, trying to shriek to shout, shies away from the elf's touch, but lacks the energy to actually retreat from the sinister gentleness. She spits a mouthful of blood, coughing, mouth hanging open as no more crimson flows from her mouth, staunched by the elf's magic.<br/><br/>Shaken by what he just saw, the cleric shuffles up to the door.<strong>“Move in,”</strong>he calls out, as clear as he can,<strong>“We took some casualties, but they're all done,”</strong>However the archers hesitate. Perhaps they heard something, or perhaps they are simply suspicious of a claim to victory when at minimum their commander and his second have been taken down. They start to move, but they could just easily be heading to the horses than down to enter the temple. Hunting them will be messy, they could scatter, and they have lots of open ground in which to do that.