Tate then blinked, a cone of light 15 feet long erupting from his eyes. He dropped the sunrod and clutched his maul in two hands as he surged forward. He brought the maul down with excessive force, living in that combat rush.
Tate grunts, twisting to see the Paladin stir. He sidesteps, putting himself in front of Krellish to take the brunt of punishment sure to come, and smashes his hammer swiftly down upon the prone do-gooder. "Stay down."