Everyone reaches the old campsite soon after the goblin-man falls to his knees (except Strabo who stayed higher up the hill). Neither opponent appears to be in any condition to offer resistance. The bowman does not move at all, even when Lanwi disarms him; while the orcish one is apparently held by some invisible force, though, even if he weren't, he doesn't appear to be in any condition to offer resistance. He has a visible dent in his forehead and Sirandir's arrow pierced his chest through and through.
Lanwi notices that the bowman appears to be dead. He has a gaping wound in his throat and the left side of his chest is caved in from the spear thrust Lanwi gave him.
At this point, the ragged one looks about at the group surrounding and laughs, though his laughter turns into a rattling cough and says, "I knew I smelled you. No matter, you've done in me and that fool, Malik, but the Witch will get you." He stops and cackles again. The cackle turns into a rattling attempt to breathe and he slumps forward, crumpling to the ground.
Ethendil, you did not release your hold so he is apparently dead.
What's next?