The hostilities that broke out left Sabine despondent. She moved, mentally exhausted, to point a palm to the melee. She ignored the efforts of the atronach and murmured sadly. "I want to go home..." Power gathered in her palm. "I just...want to go home." A ball of red, cloudy magic launched out and struck one of the Orc twins.

The external effects were not immediate, though the struck twin felt all his energy drain away until he blacked out.

"I just want to go home..." Sabine launched the same spell at the second Orc twin. She repeated her words over and again.

"I just want to go home..." The Redguard conjurer was hit and fell. Then Arinette, helpless to defend herself as she was. The rest of the team fell, one by one. Even the Argonian, if he was still conscious. All but Do'Rhajul and the atronach remained standing. The Breton was long gone running by now.

Sabine gripped the staff in both hands and tiredly launched a different spell at the atronach. It impacted with a chest-beating thud, and its stony components exploded out behind its vague bodily shape, before fading back to Oblivion.

None of those struck by Sabine's spells were dead. They had merely been knocked unconscious, even if the suddenness of the spells made it look otherwise. Each softly breathed on.

Sabine walked with poor balance in Do'Rhajul's direction. It was not until she approached close that he realised she was walking past him to Yerig. She extended a hand towards him along the way to try and detect if he still lived. Do'Rhajul was all but ignored.