Maruc grinned his thanks to Ludo. “Nice timing.”
Seeing that Maruc looked ok, Ludo turned towards Jolenta. He did not know how long the cleric’s spell would keep her still. So, he charged over to her and used his sword to disarm her by bashing her mace and shield far away from her. He then reversed his shield and used the hilt of his sword to knock her into unconsciousness. Golthar’s forces were falling one by one.
Miklos smiled to himself, he could see by the body language of the floating Mage that things were not going as he planned. ‘Go on Golthar, time to fly off.’ he thought. ‘Your fly spell will not last forever. I wonder if you have been keeping count since you cast it? It would be a shame to drop from the skies from your own ineptitude.’
Far from running off, Golthar was desperate and enraged. His forces were being overwhelmed. He would not be able to get reinforcements in time to recover the tapestry or follow the group. This was it. There would be no other chances. Sligh was a formidable warrior. Golthar had one spell left. He targeted the dwarf who seemed to be the opponent’s most formidable foe. If he could take him out, maybe that would buy Sligh enough time to hold his own until the wererats escaped from their webs.
Three more bolts of magic shrieked down from the sky and struck Feldard. Keeping his combat inertia, the priest charged toward Sligh to give Feldard time to recover. The priest was impressed, this man with all his force in tatters was still fighting on. No, not just fighting on, grinning. He attacked the priest ferociously and landed two wounds in quick succession.
Ludo’s assuredness now proved fleeting as he saw the wererats biting and clawing their way out of the Miklos’ web. Everyone else was engaged. It would be up to him to stop them before they got out.
An arrow whizzed by the mage. All he had left were his daggers. It would have to do. If he flew off, then Sligh would have to contend with three of them at once. He flew closer to get in range, and hoped outmaneuver the Karameikan’s arrows. He let a dagger fly. He grinned as it struck the warrior shooting at him from the ground.
Stephan knocked another arrow, this time the enchanted one. He aimed at the now attacking Golthar and let the missile fly. The arrow flew but so too did the yellow-robed mage. The arrow looked to be on target but Golthar was too far and the night now too thick to be sure it hit its mark. There was, however, a screaming curse. How bad was the wound? No one was sure. Only Golthar knew.
“Get him!” He shrieked splitting up blood. The wererats had broken free. Ludo had killed one of them with his sword and wounded another. The healthy one charged straight at the Traladaran who had harmed the master.
Feldard took advantage of the cleric’s aid and now it was his turn to return the favor. The dwarf swung his axe once more at the large warrior. Maruc watched as Feldard’s mage-wrought axe bit deep into the warriors side. The man was concentrating too much on Feldard’s assault to notice Maruc’s charge. His chain flail swept low as he passed and wrapped around the warrior’s leg and Maruc yanked hard, spilling Sligh onto the floor as the dwarf’s axe ripped into him with a death blow. He winked at the dwarf. “Not that you needed the help of course.”
Quickly, Stephan turned to meet the new threat with his sword. He was wary of more daggers flying at him from the sky, but there were none. His armor served him well and it was not long before the wererat was finished. Ludo too held his own and finished off the remaining rat-man.
The crew looked upward as they quickly dispatched the surviving minons, continually searching the sky for a sign of Golthar. Two of the fighters were near death and the woodsman quickly relieved their misery. The others instilled no confidence that they were anything but a burden on society and so Stephan exercised the Law of the Wood to ensure the burden was lifted. They did not dispatch Jolenta just yet.
Finally, there was a crash of timber as something crashed into the wood nearby.