You easily sneak around them, and as you begin to see them through the mist, they're still looking in the wrong direction. There are five of them crouching in the mud.
You decide to jump on one of those that have still got their javelin, but unfortunately you slip at the last moment and your first stab goes wide. Not so the second though, which open up his gut, pouring copious amounts of his yellow blood on the mud as his soul flies to whatever heaven lizardfolk get.
With your left hand, you grab another one's tail, and, relying on your strenght to pull him off his feet, you make him fall headfirst in the mud. Sadly, as he tries to stand up, he finds your knife among his ribs, and quickly decides to lay down again, this time forever.
The other one who is armed shouts something at the others, hurling at you his javelin, that in the rush flies high above your head.
The last two attack you with all they've got, claws, and bites, but only manage to scratch your arms (-7 hp).