Dorian has never felt a proper Templar smite before. When the four strike as one he feels the Fade seemingly disappear from that single spot in the world. He shudders to think how that must feel to the mages here. No wonder Templars are feared.

"Trap it between us!" Dorian calls above the noise.

Between the wall of metal and swords the Templars present and the magic the mages wield the demon should be destroyed in moments. Dorian keeps taking jabs and lashes out with the bladed end of his staff. His mana is returning slowly. He'll have magic to wield in moments but right now he's still better off with his staff.