Lochar grabbed the priestess, Talshalee, by the arm as soon as she reached him and swivled her away from the open entrance to the tunnel, so that she was between him and the collapsed end. It wasn't a moment too soon as the nearest Drow to their escape route began screaming "Gnomes! Gnomes!"<br/><br/>The next few moments were a frenzy. The deep gnomes had sealed off one end of their tunnel, and used their knowledge of the local passage ways to pile into the open end. There were only five Drow, including Lochar and Talshalee, against what seemed like twenty or twenty five well-armed gnomes. Nearly a foot shorter than the Drow they were ambushing, the tiny grey-skinned men all wore armor that resembled....and probably was....magically fitted rock. They all wielded pickaxes or hammers, and most carried shields. The ones who weren't, however, were all chanting arcane spells.<br/><br/>"Barriers!" Commanded Lochar loudly, to the two priestesses he was shielding from the gnomes. With one hand, the ebony skinned warrior whipped out his custom-made rapier, and the other swiftly lifted his loaded hand crossbow. Without even aiming, he fired into the crowd and struck a gnome....one casting a spell, as he could clearly hear the<em>fizzle</em>sound. "Warriors! Charna formation!"<br/><br/>As the other two warriors fired their own crossbows, one immediately fell to a mighty<em>Flesh to Stone</em>spell. The other warrior darted for the onslaught of gnomes, longswords in both hands, apparently unaware that his comrades had almost all fallen.<br/><br/>"Teleport! Other side!" Lochar said as he backed up to further shield Talshalee and his cousin. "Now!" he added quickly as two<em>Magic Missles</em>struck him. He didn't flinch, however; only one broke a rib, and the other had bounced off him entirely....whether due to his drow chainmail or spell resistance, he didn't know or care.