Aeotha snapped the quarter staff from it's place on her back and in the light the silver inlayed engravings shined, it reminded her of those prayers she would normally whisper before advancing on enemies who could be fought with magic. Too bad that didn't work here. She could have made quick work of such a small room, but today she would again be forced tofight without it. they were closing in on the both of them when Skandra yelled at her to hit someone. Aeotha pressed past his shoulder and drove the staff into one of the Immortal's stomach's, he doubled over from it, but it did not stop him. both he and Aeotha collided together. Him with his knife, her with her staff.
She snapped it down around his wrist as hard as she could, the knife clattered to the floor. Why weren't they reaching for vials. Was there something in here they could not destroy?
"Do I have to kill them?" Aeotha asked, backwards towards Skandra even as she drove the staff home across the Immortal's face she was still fighting.
Her hand ached. Her body ached. But if she could convince these men not to fight, if she could keep some of them alive...