Varrys fires at the bandits still in sight, and fells another fighting with the bandit leader. He crumples into a heap, unmoving. No noticeable effect occurs.
The bandits then break cover, and make for another dash towards the party but regret it near instantaneously, at least, those still capable of that.
James slings a bullet as soon as a bandit comes out from around a tree to move up to the next cover, misses, and is suddenly overcome by enforced feelings of pacifism. Your hands feels incapable of being used to harm another living creature.
Hastria fires off a burst from the wand, striking the bandit James missed. He falls dead, and as soon as his body falls with a thump he appears as though he was killed months ago, with grayish green skin and patches of flesh missing entirely.
Boris sprays darts from his own wand, and the sky immediately blows up into a
dazzling light show the likes of which you have never seen before in your life. They whirl and twirl, moving faster than any cloud, an array of utter beauty, and kills the bandit instantly. He too appears as though he died quite some time ago.
Bierstout, unable to get an angle, hits the last two bandits with separate missiles as soon as they brake cover. Each suddenly, and violently vomits forth liter after liter of thick, gooey, grey liquid, that pools around his legs. One, the bandit previously wounded, dies and begins to rot, while the other, pained, confused, and constricted, throws down his dagger and surrenders. "I give up! I swear, I didn't mean to kill you all, just ruff you up and take your coin. Take pity on me you grand and powerful wizards, please!" His hands shot up in the air, eyes screwed shut in terror, and goo dripping from his lips and slurring his words.
The bandit leader moves to stab himself once more, ready to perform a self coup de grace, and muttering something to himself. The other two bandits, seeing their leader intent on suicide, their friends dead, and magic the likes of which they have never seen and the world changing around them, flee in sheer and utter terror. The bandit leader now stands alone, dramatically raising his arms to the sky and ready to stab himself. Theo shoots the bandit and he appears clearly near death, but continues on, ready to end himself. As soon as the blade touches his own body however, the man disappears entirely from sight.
The battle is over, a work of incredible art now hangs in the sky over a gruesome scene of rotting corpses, strange glue, and eight rotting corpses. What do you do now?