They do indeed. The man's face pales as the fires around his hands flicker and die; he can see, and he can act and all, but every particle of mystical awareness he has has just been whited out in a flood of indescribable pain.

He drops into a low, wide crouch, hands coming up in a fighting stance; if he can't bring this woman down the way he'd planned, he'll do it any way he has to.