With the hunters being held at bay, they had left themselves wide open to the invisible assassin's tactics. The blow had split the first solider in twain, and yet he refused to fall apart as the icy power of the Eldritch Blow froze his flesh and blood as soon as it was cleaved. The second blast that had been fired enveloped the other target completely, making him drop to the ground, having been instantly frozen to death.<br/><br/>This time, the roles had been reversed, it seemed, since Sbatarra's sudden appearance had caught the men off-guard. The chieftain, who had pressed himself so close to the spear-like end of the polearm that his chest had begun to bleed slightly, immediately snapped his teeth over the head of the weapon, and with a twist of his neck, warped the steel blade beyond recognition. The blood that trickled down his face where his lips had been cut only served to intensify his glare, one that could only be described as one of wrath and hatred so consuming that one would have thought the lizardman insane. In all honesty, it was likely that he was indeed a bit mad, but considering the situation, his behavior was more than justified.<br/><br/>Another twist, and the head of the weapon snapped off entirely, and with the metal still in his mouth, the chief drew that dark obsidian sword and thrust it upward through the man's chin. It was buried to the hilt, and the three and a half feet of glassy death had come through the top of his head. His gory example made, he spat the remains of the polearm to the ground and roared madly, the others of his kind that were able to fight doing the same. Their eyes rolled into the back of their head, and with a shriek reminiscent of something from the Lower Planes, they rushed forward, taking the occasional blow from the polearm or sear from a torch, but almost none of it seemed to have any effect on the lizardmen as they fought in a wily, almost unnatural frenzy.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the remaining seven soldiers had begun to react as well, one of them making a thrust at Sbatarra; though he struck, the supernatural toughness of her hide made the point glance to the side, doing no harm. A few of them had tried to run, though all of them were in a panicked confusion. One of the children, seemingly inspired by the chieftain's rage, had ran up to one of the soldiers, who impaled the child on instinct, and left it dying on the ground. Immediately, the females had reared upward with vengeful cries of their own, and swarmed the others. Sadly for them, many of their claws and bites were insufficient to penetrate the mail of the soldiers, but they still did their best.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>