Despite being outnumbered, the other two Fingers were somehow capable of holding their own against the Death Jackals and my lovers, the sheer amount of spells wreathed around them keeping them alive and well as they just kept adding more and more.
A lightning storm was raging inside the library and each bolt of lightning was accompanied by a rain of fire as they kept everyone else at bay whilst they focused on defending against the closest attackers, their focus alternating between one group and the other, as well as one another as they aided their comrade as best they could.
The sheer quantity of enchanted items and magic being used by these three was enough to give me a migraine as I imagined trying to fund this sort of group, only to realize that most likely that funding was being justified by whatever it was that they were trying to steal; anything was on the table to justify their goal... whatever that may be.