Against the power that Sabine now wielded, it was as if the very idea of resisting her was absurd. Not wards, enchantments, or willpower stopped each consecutive spell she launched. All of them fell beneath her magic. Even Do'rhajul reflexively raised up Spellbreaker when he saw Sabine's slow march towards him. It was perhaps the only thing present capable of resisting Sabine, but he soon realized that she was not interested in attacking him. 

With the fighting now conclusively ended, Do'rhajul froze where he was standing. He looked around the camp, over his former allies, and dropped his sword on the ground. The forest had gone almost eerily silent, as even the birds and other animals had fled from the fighting. The only real sound was some wind rustling through the surrounding leaves. Eventually, his gaze fell back upon Yerig. He was greatly concerned for his friend's well-being, but at the same time, terrified to so much as get close to Sabine. 

For Yerig, the lightning bolt had struck him in just the wrong way, and traveled in just the wrong path through his body. Even though his robes were enchanted to resist it, they did not stop the shock entirely. It also did not help matters that he was an old man, in quite good shape for his age, but still less hardy than he may once have been. His heart had stopped, and for most healers, it would be too late to save him. Indeed, even Sabine likely would have been unable to save him normally, but she still did not know the extent of her capabilities with the staff. There was a possibility she could save him, if she chose to do so.