Lucien was fighting savagely, having replaced his talisman with a buckler he found a few minutes into the fight, and was ducking and dodging weaponry and magic.  He was pretty sure that he'd been cut once or twice, but those were minor flesh wounds, his armor having taken most of the blows.

	Then the silence went out, and the world seemed to be muffled, the cultist in front of him panicking as the shield was bashed into his neck.  The cleric raised a hand and a ball of energy began to collect in the palm... then dissipated quickly.  [color=goldenrod][b]"Hell, who did that..?"[/b][/color]  He thought out loud, almost methodically breaking a summoner's leg and shoving the hilt of his mace into the throat of another one.  Magic in a fight made little difference to him, but that also meant the Stoneskin spell he had cast earlier had now worn off, and now moral would be a problem.