Weary, tired and beaten, Sylvestra thought they had triumphed after all. Casualties were high and the mages had caught them completely left-handed, yet they had won the battle against the -- what the hell?
Another two mages materialized in the room, and Sylvestra could feel something was off. [i]"Tarfield, Highwielder, into formation!"[/i] she commanded, but her men groaned behind her. Spinning around, they were all either on their knees or struggling to keep standing. Looking around, Sylvestra saw that most of the Paladins present was doing the same. It was a spell of the mind, Sylvestra being one of the few who still had the strength to move. Her mind, hardened in the years of being a cold calculating commander, was stronger than her men. But she couldn't command them. [i]"Damn it..."[/i] she cursed, and turned back to the two mages, stumbling. The spell had an effect over her aswell, despite how strong-willed she was. The inquisitor soon freed them however, and the Paladins rallied behind him.
A short-lived moment of courage.
Before Sylvestra could even completely comprehend the situation, half of her men were dead, crystallized by the mage's spell, and then the inquisitor was dead. His guts and blood stained the wall and paladins behind him, and everyone stood in silent shock for a moment. The mages took his amulet and disappeared.
Sylvestra was left without words. They had been utterly devestated, crushed and defeated by a single mage. Tarfield and Highwielder were among the wounded, and it seems most of command was aswell.

Assuming her usual stern look on her face, only this time even worse due to defeat and shock, she climbed up to one of the tables not toppled. [i]"I'm assuming command. All able bodies report to your lieutenants who will take a body count. Take all the wounded and establish an infirmary. Collect dog-tags if you found any from our comrades who turned to dust. I expect all squad-leaders to report to me before sundown."[/i] she said coldly, eyeing the crowd. They were even more torn than she was. Half of them couldn't process the orders, the other half was downright crushed over the defeat and death of their leader and comrades. Sylvestra was also torn, but she knew someone had to get these men home. [i]"Clean up this place. We're staying here for the night before returning home to Liria. The Inquisition will want to know of this treachery. I promise you, comrades, this unspeakable act shall not go unpunished."[/i] she said, finally, and stepped down from the table. With that, most Paladins snapped somewhat out of their trance as their lieutenants began making reports of their squads. Within a few hours, the house had been cleared of corpses, the wounded taken to an infirmary established in the house next door and most lieutenants had been leaving in their report. She sent a runned to find Varkasan, Alicia and Conrad ((basicly the candidates, sorry if I missed one)). They were to report to her immediately.