Ceol's body went slack, a wave of fatigue coming over him as the final enemy fell into a puddle of its own fetid blood.  He flashed a tired yet wolfish grin, nodding his obvious respect towards the haggard woman.  That he had been outclassed by her didn't even seem to come to mind, and the others would no doubt notice that this was the happiest any of them had ever seen him to date.  Somehow it wasn't very reassuring.<br/><br/>"Good sport," he huffed, cracking his spine and apparently ignoring his wounds.  "A bit quicker than I would have liked though."<br/><br/>He would walk cautiously back towards the camp, aiming to get a length of rope from his pack but not daring to turn his back to the charmed enemies.  The man glanced to the two meandering hobgoblins.  "Kill whichever one looks less likely to talk, and we'll hogtie the survivor."