The lieutenant snarls, pale with nerves. Only half of them are from the fact that he's remembering who he's fighting.

The other half is confusion at the prospect of who he wasn't expecting to.

The Dean is down, stunned but not dead; Evandrin turns on the other wizard, who he's held at bay with a glittering moonlight shield while he dealt with the ringleader. The shield warps, bells outward, and then blooms into a column of ghost-white flame that crisps the second wizard as the Dean starts to shake off Evandrin's previous attack and struggle toward his feet.