"Maker's breath! They're hideous!" Solona cries out in disgust, gathering her mana to produce a fireball.

"No magic!" Cullen roars, charging into the throng with his shield, slashing away at the fuckers with as much rage as he could muster.

"Fine!" Solona spits out. "Well, at least let me use a bit so we can actually gain the upper hand!" She releases a burst of energy and suddenly their weapons are coated with flames.

Cullen jumps at the sight of the fire, licking away at his blade. However, it didn't grow hot. He would scold Solona but there were more pressing matters at hand. He slices his way through another genlock right before it could attack him from behind.