The look on the soldier's face when he saw that his blow had done nothing did not  have the time to fade away before he was struck in retaliation. He gasped in surprise and pain as Sbatarra's falchion passed through him, freezing him together; he fell to the ground, dead, his mouth open in a silent scream.<br/><br/>As the fighting continued, one of the lizardfolk that had been trapped in the circle, a wizened old male, had taken the child that was stabbed and began to mutter in Draconic, pressing his hands to the dying one while casting a spell to close the wounds. Thankfully for him, had Sbatarra not stepped into the fray and garnered the attention of another one of the soldiers, the spearhead of a polearm would have gone through his shoulder. Instead, the soldier turned his attention to the warlock, and made a very hard swing at her. Even with her natural resilience and healing abilities, the blow still hurt, doing a notable amount of damage.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>