Charlie's bald-headed opponent grunted in frustration as the blade went flying from his hand and straight through the magical portal.  Desperately, he balled both his hands into fists and swung at Charlie's head, trying to land a blow to the monk's face. 

"Won't matter to you in a moment," the beady-eyed thug spat at Ronan, looking him up and down to size up his opponent.  Then, instead of lunging forward, he took a step back and snatched one of the few torches from the wall.  He hurled it toward Ronan's torso before stepping back in for an attack with his dagger.  

Tamra tried to pull free of the stocky man that held her tightly, but he easily overpowered her.  Forcing herself to remain calm, she started casting a spell.  "None a that!" the man said, recognizing what the girl was attempting and clamped a grimy, calloused hand over her mouth.