The cleric and the scorpion both die, with the lightning bolt, the scorpion returning to whence it was summoned. The elementals are doing well, keeping the monks busy, and making the job easy for the heroes, as they carve through them. The bard seems to evaluate her options, then casts a spell, and bolts for the way out, the side tunnel they would have come through, had they not climbed above. She's moving fast; Expeditious Retreat.