Sleep spell

With the enemy immobilized, I gathered more of Medea’s power and incanted my second spell.

“Ῠ̔́πνος Πάντα.”

Instantly, they started dropping, muscles relaxing, eyes drooping, bodies sagging in place, held up by my previous spell, as my second commanded them to sleep. Several managed to hold on for a scant few seconds, fighting against the pull, struggling to keep their eyes open and stay awake, but it was a useless fight from the start. One by one, even those who hadn’t immediately fallen began to fall, until at last, all of the mercs were asleep, frozen upright.

With a wave of my hand, the first spell was released and they all collapsed bonelessly to the floor.

Truthfully, tactics like this were something I would have preferred to use for subduing people, especially the normal human types who didn’t have super-strength or abnormally robust bodies. One of the reasons I hadn’t tried with Bakuda was because I hadn’t known exactly what she was capable of and what she might try to pull off, whether it would even work or if she had some kind of Tinkertech contingency that would blow up in my face — literally.

I hadn’t wanted to gamble on people’s lives — innocent people’s lives — with the possibility that it might not work. Or worse, that it would, but backfire horrifically.

Here, though, there were only mercenaries who had willingly thrown their lot in with someone like Coil. I had no such worries.

“What’d you do?” Amy asked curiously.

“Put them all to sleep,” I replied. “A relatively simple spell, really. Simpler and…probably much safer than anesthesia. They’ll wake up later without any side effects or anything, at least.”

“How long will that last?” asked Lisa.

I frowned.

“It depends. Against trained, disciplined ex-soldiers and mercenaries… Maybe an hour.”

In truth, I had no idea. A spell like this, something that attacked the mind more than anything else, could be resisted with enough willpower. It would be easier or harder depending on whether it was expected or not, so someone mustering all of their might to stay awake and fight the spell could even throw it off completely, and even those who couldn’t might only be affected for a few minutes if they still succumbed, but if it was a surprise attack, then it would be doubly effective.

Someone like Alexandria or Eidolon or Legend, or someone with a strong will like Armsmaster, or even powerful enough guys like Lung, they might actually be able to shrug it off after a brief moment of drowsiness.

On the other hand, when the measuring stick was Herakles and other prominent Greek heroes, who would have barely noticed it, it was much harder to figure out whether anyreal person could resist it at all, let alone ignore it outright.