As you lunge forward, Bear, there is a streak of light in the dark farther up in the caravan...WHOOOMPH!! One wagon explodes in a bright burst of flame, and you hear the almost animal shrieks of men, women and children crying out briefly...then fading into the crackle of burning wood.
You sweep your claws back and forth, once...twice...thrice...and the Zhent is unconscious and bleeding to death. You whip your drooling muzzle to the left and take a bloody chunk out of the ogre's leg--it howls in pain.
Dalabrac and Bear, you hear the nasal voice shout "Kavass! To me!" Something with huge leathery wings--it looks like a black pegasus with burning-coal eyes--sweeps overhead and lands on the other side of the wagons, up ahead.
Artemus, you hear the blast behind you as you are struggling over the rocks toward the top of the ridge. Glancing back, you can see one wagon burning. [Let me know what you're doing when you have a chance--you're too far away to affect the initiative this round.]
The ogre in K-7 takes a 5-foot adjustment to K-8, flanking Bear, and swings his vicious club. It crashes to the ground--THUD!
The other ogre (I-6) takes a swing at Dalabrac--missing the wily halfling by a mile.
New round. Back to you, Dalabrac.