One of the cultists falls to your arrows - his vessel is dashed against the stones, its contents flowing into the water. Their leader narrows his eyes and makes a long slicing motion with one arm, before returning his attention to deflecting Myria's whirling bladestorm.
A thin shimmering splits the distance in an instant, catching Markus full in the chest and throwing him backwards. The cartographer tumbles over into the shallow water, struggling to rise.