Ruth
"To Oblivion with you, General Carius."

*Andral conjured a skeletal archer with his offhand, which began to fire arrows at the maddened general, while he ran along the side of the room with his blade aimed at one of his legs.*
Jessica
He conjures a sleet storm around himself. A twisting storm of frost enshrouds him. He charges at Falx, whose movements would slow within the storm.
Jill
He shouts, sounds of frosted explosions and dying ash spawn fill the hallway. A few get through, though, and come to Falx's aid. Falx would dodge Andral's attack, although taking a few arrows. He swings his hammer, moving so it would interrupt Andral's path.
Ruth
*Narrowly jumping out of the way of the hammer, Andral looked dead on at Falx as he stood a short distance away. As he spoke, magic flowed through his voice, unnaturally soothing and reassuring. He was attempting to calm the mad general with his vampiric charisma.*

"General. I am Centurion Noxilius. Stay your weapon."