Miklos cried out in alarm. He threw out his arm in a dismissive gesture and threw the first spell that came to mind. Web. He tried to encompass as many of the statues as he could.
The closest vile jackal-creature reached toward Miklos as he backed away flinging enchanted web strands that coated the creature slowing its shining claws but inches from his face. Miklos grinned weakly. The magic caught, the arm snapped back. He caught the little devil and one of his brothers in the web. Unfortunately, with their tiny size and sharp teeth the webbing would not keep them stuck for long.
Maruc looked up. Looked down. Dropped the skull and brought the shield up as the first statue launched himself at him. His flail sung though the air and connected with the snarling beast. “Back to the tunnel! Their numbers will count little there!”
Fighting a desperate retreat ,he hoped he’d buy enough time for the others. He was waiting for Feldard and Stephan to block the tunnel.
Stephan snapped out of his apoplectic state, readying his sword and shield. Part of his mind pierced a concern into the large portion now devoted to melee.
My statue! — was the concern. He had tried to secure it but the small stone carving was fumbled between his and Miklos’ hands as the battle broke out. It fell, he knew not where.
But the little devils were on the loose and two were leaping right at Sukiskyn’s face…
Hernane using the combat training that all Dwarf maidens were trained in, retreated back towards the tunnel striking at any of the silver jackal-creatures that came within striking distance. In the melee she looked desperately to see where Feldard was to see if he was ok.
At Miklos’ alarmed cry, Feldard turned away from the collapsed tunnel, just in time to see two of the foot tall jackal-headed statues charge towards him. He raised his axe just in time to block their first attacks.
He followed that with an attack of his own, pressing his opponents back further into the room. He needed to get to the entrance and help protect Hernane and the others as they made their escape.
But it was easier planned than done. Despite their diminutive size the statues, like the golem from another adventure, were resistant to his attacks. But Feldard was not one to give up.
“Fall back, fall back!” Hasan echoed the cleric’s sentiments. He thrust his spellbook deeply into his backpack, dodging a silvered slashing claw as he stuttered backwards. There was no hope for him here, book in hand or hand deep in his pack. The elf fled as swiftly as he could. One of the little jackal-men jumped on his back and sunk its teeth into his shoulder. The elf knocked the statuette off with a sharp backhand as he made it out of the chamber. The statuettes that had been hot on his trail turned away as he exited and diverted its attention to those still in the room.