Rolia sends a concussive blast of wind at Malcolm causing him to fly back thirty feet. Rolia than quickly turns to Vilor and shouts, "What are you doing?! Get up!"
Vilor looks up at her, his eyes empty as he has lost the will, and power, to continue fighting, "He has authority…"
"What does that mean?!" Rolia yells as she sends another blast of wind to keep Malcolm at bay. But this time Malcolm deflects the wind as he cackles.
"HAHAHA!!! Yes! It would appear one of you mortals has recognized this power! Authority gives me control over your lesser souls, and domination over the domain of the three!" Malcolm says as he lifts his hands, the reanimated corpses of the dead bandits and soldiers charge out at Rolia.
Rolia creates a wind barrier around her and Vilor to keep the corpses at bay, she stares at Vilor with anger in her eyes, "If you don't fight we are going to die!"
"We'll die regardless…" Vilor replies.
