Caerth grins wickedly at the prelates predicament, and the half-orc once more takes a few stabs at the cultist with his impressive spear.
His first thrust hits the prelate, although the wound is not that bad. Trying for a more brutal follow-up, however, the druid trades too much precision for power, and the spear misses any meaningful part of his enemy.
The prelate tries to shrug off Caerth's strike. The half-orc druid can tell the man seems to be considering his options. He hadn't expected the other cultists to fall so easily.
Out in the hallway, Quinn picks himself off the ground, his face red. He moves forward in hopes of cutting off one possible escape route for the the approaching cultist. Wieland moves next to Brutus where Quinn was a moment ago. He holds up the light for the big ex-gladiator.
In the room, the prelate decides against trying to cast another spell and strikes back at Caerth with his heavy mace. The blow catches the druid's shoulder with a glancing blow. Then the prelate moves diagonally towards the corner of the room to make his stand. He knows not to let Caerth and Maur flank him, it seems.
"Let us see who meets Death first, shall we?"
Brutus silently wishes he hadn't thrown his axe. Now, he is forced to draw his punching dagger and charge the cultist with a lesser weapon. The young half-ogre rushes forward past Quinn and screams a challenge to the cultist. He nearly trips on a loose flagstone and faceplants onto the floor. He manages to right himself halfway down the corridor but his attack simply deflects off the cultist's shield.
"Lad, you need to be more careful!" Quinn yells at him.
The cultist counters with his mace against the inexperienced half-ogre. The blow is nearly as feeble as Brutus's had been. The cultist swears a curse at the half-ogre in the name of his goddess.
Aureus moves into the room, deftly stepping over one of the dead cultists. She quickly scans the room and sees the prelate near Caerth. She takes aim with her bow and prepares to fire a single arrow. She misjudges her footing due to the slickness of the floor due to Maur's spell. She goes down in a heap of angry fur and her bow slides across the floor past the brazier.
"Furballs!"
Timmins moves up next to Wieland and takes aim at the cultist fighting Brutus. He aims carefully to make sure not to hit the half-ogre and te light is just enough for his aim to be true. The arrow slices across the cultist's cheek. Meridith follows Timmins' lead but moves closer to the enemy. Her shot isn't as precise and it embeds in the ceiling.
