"Have I mentioned lately..." Char begins, concentrating and waving Nightingale to summon forth six floating energy blades. "...that I hate magic? Nightingale, fly!"

Irony out of the way, and mind-controlled vassals encroaching on him, the energy blades fly at Avshar. Char turns and hits a concealed switch on the desk, kicking a slavering mind-controlled lieutenant into the pit that appears under a chair. "Knew that would come in handy..."