The question of who they were more scared off quickly became redundant, as the slavers were falling too fast to mount any sort of effective counter-attack. Within a few seconds, they had all been struck down, bodies flying away with necks snaped or skulls caved in. The last two tried to run, but were tripped and quickly overwhelmed by the people they had been dragging away.<br/><br/>The armoured undead glared at Mouse from behind it's helm, the eyes seeming to radiate a sickly yellow light.<br/><br/>"What are you? No matter! You will live to regret this....briefly. Only pray that I kill you before you face the Queen's wrath!"<br/><br/>The axe was coming down in a powerful overhead swing. But before it could reach--<br/><br/><br/><em>OOC; The leader's attack misses on a 19. The Mob is destroyed quite handily.<br/><br/>Leader: AC 5, Hit Dice 5, Saves 12+, Morale 12, Effort 0/1, Damage 4, Mantle of Quietus<br/><br/>Small Mob (trained soldiers): AC 6, Hit Dice 12, Saves 15+, Morale 9, Attack +2, Damage 1d8 ranged or melee, Mob (takes full rolled damage from AOE attacks), Overwhelm (ranged, free action vs a single foe, Evasion save or take 1d6 damage)</em>