Cerul dismounts, not wanting to risk her horse, charing into battle against the fearsome thing. She swings wildly, going for a neck, her blade sinking in, but not quite enough to sever it. Maura stays mounted, using her magic to draw forth the plant life of the surrounding area, to trap the creature, keep it from moving any closer. Driass severs a head, though his scorching rays miss. Daminor, still surprised by the creature's sudden appearance, stamers for a moment, before pulling out his lute, playing a rousing tune.<br/><br/>The hydra, trapped in the entangling roots, focuses its full attention on the woman threatening it, all seven remaining heads lashing out, the wound in its neck healing. The heads rip and tear at the elf, and she cries in pain, only able to dodge a few of the attacks. (She takes 42 damage, and is very, very low on health. Damn, these things hit HARD.)