Dawn
*The orc warriors running through the flames with their adrenaline pumping, only to be cut down by Damien. Dropping to the floor as the devotees began to put up wards as the party advanced. Erandur rushing with his mace towards them, slamming down the mace at the head of one of the devotees*
Susan
Seeing the single mage that was left standing, Mirihil brought her left hand out to her side for a moment, lightning gathering around her arm before she extended it forward. Bolts leapt from her hand with a thunderous crack, streaking across the room and into the mage's chest, hopefully softening him up enough for Damien to land the final blow.
Brady
He lunges forward, his rapier skewering the devotee. "Gruesome work." He says, kicking the devotee down and pulling his blade out, "I hope you are ready to drink that potion. I fear if we do not hurry we'll end up like the crazed inhabitants."