Your attack against the rogue completely sears his head off, his head going flying as a miniature fireball that then ends up rolling down the road like some sick soccer ball of fire.  The man with the longsword finally just screams in terror and begins running (disengages, no provoking), but doesn't get far before a long shot from a crossbow hunts him down from a range, landing in his back and slowly dropping him to his knees, then to the ground.<br/><br/>The woman sighs, and the crossbow clunks against the wood of the wagon as she comes down from the stress of the situation that had been at hand.<br/><br/>(End combat)