One survives, barely, racing toward the door, quite fast, for a hobgoblin, though there doesn't seem to be anything magical about its speed.<br/><br/>The behir roars, and charges Maura, trumpeting in fury, as it bears down on her, claws out to grab her. She narrowly avoids its grasp, then retreats, as Daminor's spell finally sticks. "Th-there... it's charmed..."