Tarag slams his morningstar into Turket's head with a loud crack.  Dazed, Turket's eyes cross momentarily.  He regains his composure just in time to catch three more magic missiles in the face.
With a bewildered look, he falls, slowly, his ponytail trailing behind his head like the tail of a comet.  He slams against the ground and doesn't get up.
Combat over