"Is that all? Surely you can do better!" their leader crows as you attack from all sides, deflecting sword and arrow with sharp gestures summoning sheets of rock and gusts of wind. Despite the bravado, each parry he makes pushes him more and more offbalance. He pauses and looks to the entrance, attention drawn to the fury of the cyclops.
"It seems our time is at an end. Enjoy the company of that fool." he sneers, voice dripping with disdain. With a swift incantation and flourish of his hands, the mage conjures galeforce winds to take flight, sailing backwards into the dark tunnels after the cultists.