Round 30
Irene begins casting her sleep spell. Charlyn huffs and puffs to keep up with the lightly armored Jezibel. He manages to swing at her retreating form, but can't hit. Jezibel keeps running, dodging between the horses as she reaches them. Ashnar is hot on her heels.
Rinaldo shoots at one of the archers, but his bolt flies high and disapears into the waves. Nurlan pauses slightly, hoping to be able to escape from the sahaugin clutching at him. Tor (NPCs) obliges, swinging his chain again, thwacking the fishman across the back of the neck and sending him plunging to the sand in a fountain of blood. Nurlan then dashes to Somac's side. The barbarian is lying on his back, wearing his armor, sand and blood have combined to form a thick blanket of grimy gore over his body. Nurlan can't tell, without close inspection, whether he's even breathing.
Tenebrynn bravely charges towards the nearest archers. They are standing about ankle deep in the surf. The elf's boots splash into the water by the time he reaches them. Holding his bloodied pick high overhead, he smacks it down into the sahaugin's head, sending another shower of gore over the sand. The sahaugin, as usual, dies instantly.
For what its worth, at this point I believe the party has killed 24 sahaugin
Tenebrynn's impressive record of carnage has evidently not gone unnoticed. The second sahaugin, seeing the pick wielding elf slay his companion, choses to dive back into the water, which evidently gets deeper quite rapidly. Two other archers have reloaded and fire. One at Tor, the other at Rinaldo. Despite his cover, the merchant is hit. Only a glancing blow, but one of many.
(5 more pts dmg - bringing Rinaldo to 8. I"ll take your word for your HPs.) Two more archers reload.