You have fought enough monsters and nightmares to know when to fight and when to run. This is one of the latter. You shout the order and the men begin to run as you heft several light orbs. Twisting the tops they glow with white light. You hurl them over the heads of your fleeing troops and watch as each light smashes onto the stone street, exploding with a brilliance as powerful as starlight. The roiling dark shadow recoils at the blinding flashes, buying time for you to escape.