Three of the ogres lay dead, and Maura and the warpriest are locked in a wrestling match, dire-bear versus hobgoblin, both badly bloodied. Cerul and Daminor are working together on the remaining ogre, the soldiers having turned to face more hobgoblins streaming into the square. The sorceress stands there, arms raised in a spellcasting stance... perfectly motionless.<br/><br/>The general slowly rises to his feet, casting a strong healing spell on himself, looking ready for another bout... and slumps to the ground, dead, at the lightning bolt.