You dogpile your tormentor with extreme prejudice.  Between your various attacks, he dies quite handily.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Valtyra's missiles redirect themselves from attacking a corpses, and slam into the man in the black scarf. He's obviously made of sterner stuff, as he grunts in pain, as they strike, but otherwise doesn't look too put-off. He glances behind his shoulder at all of you.<br/><br/>"<strong>Ah... I see our test subjects have escaped. How marvelous</strong>," he says in a dour tone.<br/>He looks back at the drow, his face expression imperceptible behind the scarf and goggles.<br/>While everyone begins to prepare for their next move, he barks a word of power and disappears in a flash of smoke and bright light.<br/><br/>"DAMMIT!" screams the drow woman, smashing her staff against the earth and falling to her knees.  "We almost had him!" The male snarls in rage.