Barrik sheathes his falchion, gives Aaron a nod and grunts, "Good strike."
Gulujak snaps his two sets of jaws shut, then breaks into a blood-curdling, two-toned howl of rage. The heads begin alternately cursing in a foul mixture of Draconic and Orcish while tearing into the bodies of the ghasts, ripping apart the rotted flesh and spitting it out. Barrik watches his eidolon a little uneasily and winces a little at the mixed curses Gulujak is spitting out of his two mouths. Soon enough, the eidolon has calmed down... and pieces of ghast are scattered in a swath around the injured beast, now covered in foul ichor.
Barrik meanwhile pokes his head through the opened doorway in the trunk of the tree. His orcish heritage should allow him to see past where the fitful fire-light ends.