Patlin said:
Rowan's Polearm comes down in a mamoth blow, smashing through the enemies armor and caving in his chest cavity.
*End of Combat*
Just as Boog started his third attempt at wrestling with the arcanist's mind, he felt the presence of his enemy suddenly jerked away from him. This was new, he didn't recall ever having such a sensation. Seeing Rowan bury his polearm in the man's torso, he realized that his foe was either unconscious or dead. "
A waste of good power", thought Boog privately as he released his attack.
Still, this was not the time for bitterness. Despite the pain of his blisters, Boog had the man's wand in his pocket, and the captives were safe from the conspiracy's plans. Boog and his partners had only to release them from their bonds, and they'd be back on their way to the monastery. Who cared how they fared in the Tournament? Boog felt that he'd learned enough just in taking down the three kidnappers to make the trip worthwhile.
He glanced at the captives chained to the wall behind him. He recognized the dromite as Xu Phnug; the other dressed in monastic robes could only be Ton Mei. Glancing at the third prisoner in the far corner, he spoke:
"You must be Rowan's brother, are you not? Be patient, we will release you all soon. Which one of you is the werewolf?"
Boog started inspecting the bonds of the closest prisoner to see if the file would be needed, or if there was some more expedient way of releasing the captives.