The playing field: you, your two siblings, your cowering mother, and an endless wave of darkspawn.
What are darkspawn? Whatever comes to mind, it's probably not far off.
Your mother is no use here. Your brother has a sword. You and your sister have staffs and a rudimentary grasp of magic. You can make fire, you can make ice, and you can smack anything that gets too close with your big stick.
Do you really think that's going to be [enough][the carnage]?