Already, the first woman to break was able to hold off a handful of men. One grabbed her arm, pinning her in place, but she was able to overpower him – as a woman half his size – and immediately snatch her arm back, before punching him in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground.
The worst part of it all was the joy that sat on the faces of those that had given in to despair. There were full smiles there, and all the energy of the damned. They were stronger and faster than they'd ever been as sane individuals, and for every man that they stabbed, that strength only served to increase.
Chaos soon ensued.
The mage sighed, noting that he had been forgotten, noting that his hold on them had been somewhat broken, as they determined the despair inflicted individuals to be of higher priority.
"Resist, and die," the mage said, his words accented by the exploding of another dozen people. "It's up to you."
