Eventually, the gigantic monster was felled, a thousand tiny voices screaming in agony as they melted apart, and slumped to the ground, dead, leaving the grove, blissfully, quiet at last.<br/><br/>They'd retreat a ways, to make their camp, spent and exhausted, to find a place to rest for the night. (Have someone in the group make a Survival check, to find an appropriate campsite in the woods.)