Hidden in the room to the side, Mahsati continues to wait, any moment now and the trap will be set. Beside her Dreaming-Venom clicks their mandibles impatiently. They cannot sense the blood, but they feel the tremours of the fight, heavy footsteps, blows and slumps, and they are eager to investigate.<br/><br/>Having weathered the charge of the axe wielders, and the mage's trick, Abron shows these mercenaries what true weapon wielding looks like, and brings his blade down in a wide arc that ends with one of the warriors, the iron implement of his God slicing through the studded leather, flesh and bone, leaving an arm hanging on by barely an inch of flesh, and the sellaxe dead before they hit the ground. Fizza is splattered in their blood and seems almost disappointed, she had wanted to at least try trading blows with them. However mostly she is just relieved, as she suddenly knows the indisputable outcome of this battle.<br/><br/>The one weakness of the half-giant's weapon is the difficulty with which he can attack those standing to close, but he is not the only bandit who enjoys a bit of melee. Khait begins to shift, despite the horrible sounds and stomach wrenches changes her body goes through, the end result is largely the same, she is no more monstrous than before, merely standing taller, claws and fangs longer. The tiefling throws herself at the nearest two axemen, slashing the flank of one with enough force to send them sprawling across the temple floor. The other, having seen the speed and angle of the attack, ducks under her second swipe, but is unprepared for her fangs, which connect at the throat, ripping the flesh and severing the blood vessels. They too collapse, neither dead yet, but both soon to be.<br/><br/>Just like that, the front line of the attackers melts away. With no opponent to face, Fizza lifts her shield, wondering how the remaining mercenaries will respond.<br/><br/>Cricket notes a second arrow and fires at the mage, but with fighting breaking out and bodies moving it is hard to aim properly and her arrow goes wide. Denhala aims at the half-orc, but the shaft is caught in their metal armour. Kizabum dodges a spear thrust, then sends the warrior rushing across the room to help his allies there, leaving the imp unguarded.<br/><br/>The half-orc shakes off Pride's spell, the mind of veteran not easily made to see fear, whilst the mage switches targets, blasting the slick and craft but fragile imp with that same translucent set of darts that leave him rather injured, bleeding from two holes in the chest. The mage allows themselves a smile, as they also feel the poison in their veins ebbing. Evidently they have not seen the carnage on the otherside of the room.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Pride</div><div class="spoiler_body">Kizabum took 8 points of force damage</div></div>