[Even from his currently-very-preoccupied position, Bennet can feel it when Stratos pulls that power into himself, though he can't spare the time for anything more than a scowl before he's back to meeting steel with steel, having traded two opponents for five (effectively four, with one literally disarmed now.]
[As for Stratos's bandit, he has neither Bennet's senses nor his acuity, and the moment the mage grasps his neck and skin touches skin, that's it, he's lost. The spell sweeps over his mind without any resistance at all, his leer shifting seamlessly into at first glassy-eyed senselesness and then a determined frown, stepping in front of the man he'd just moments ago been intent on disemboweling.]
C'mon, old buddy, we gotta get outta here, like, yesterday! That guy they're fighting is a berserker, or a monster, or something, lookit what he just did to Eron!
[Stratos's words take a moment for him to process, either because of the spell or just because this fellow's not the brightest star in the night sky, and then he's nodding quickly, eagerly even, leaning in with his knife to cut Stratos loose.]
Right, sure, whatever, let's just move it!
[As if to punctuate the bandit's terror, there's a wet thump from the other side of the rock, as though a body were very violently slammed into it just now. Which is exactly what happened, of course. Three bandits down on Bennet's end, two more for him to go.]
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[As for Stratos's bandit, he has neither Bennet's senses nor his acuity, and the moment the mage grasps his neck and skin touches skin, that's it, he's lost. The spell sweeps over his mind without any resistance at all, his leer shifting seamlessly into at first glassy-eyed senselesness and then a determined frown, stepping in front of the man he'd just moments ago been intent on disemboweling.]
C'mon, old buddy, we gotta get outta here, like, yesterday! That guy they're fighting is a berserker, or a monster, or something, lookit what he just did to Eron!
[Stratos's words take a moment for him to process, either because of the spell or just because this fellow's not the brightest star in the night sky, and then he's nodding quickly, eagerly even, leaning in with his knife to cut Stratos loose.]
Right, sure, whatever, let's just move it!
[As if to punctuate the bandit's terror, there's a wet thump from the other side of the rock, as though a body were very violently slammed into it just now. Which is exactly what happened, of course. Three bandits down on Bennet's end, two more for him to go.]