Leopard follows Erenal's lead, springing to her feet and taking a defensive posture between the creature and the rest of the sleepers.
Amanu fires his second pistol, an excellent shot which hits the beast in the leg. Theryndil follows with another arrow that hits it in the left arm. Marcus, waking from his sleep, climbs to his feet and begins closing. The other dwarves and Arramor seem to be stirring as well.
The creature speaks in a clicking, semi-metallic voice. "This time the giants die. Next time, the elf. The fate of all who war unjustly."
You see the plates of its chest crack open. Whatever substance lies behind them reacts explosively with the air, sending forth a thirty-foot cone of flame and electricity. The energy pours washes over everyone in the campsite.
Almost everyone ducks or takes cover in time to avoid much of the damage. Arramor and Carmina are too groggy to move fast enough, and Andreo takes damage covering Irati.
When your eyes clear, the blue demon is already eighty feet away, running into the jungle.
Marcus could not move and attack this round because he had to rise from a prone position. Arramor took 17hp from the flame, everyone else took 8 (Erenal takes 0 due to Evasion). New initiatives: Marcus - 21, Arramor - 12. Everyone submit your next actions.