The pale grey creature stumbled, its balance shattered by the punishing blows from Darel and Varn.
It fall back and using its one clawed hand until it sinking into the earth to steady itself, its body now quivering. The glowing green eye flickered erratically, its snarls losing coherence, fading into ragged breaths filled with pain and hatred that the adventurers can feel.
That moment of falter was all the others needed.
Eight attackers closed in at once, surrounding the beast in a tightening circle like a net. Their movements were sharp, efficient, with no hesitation. Weapons glinted in the dim forest light and Magic crackled between fingers and from enchanted steel.
The twin archers loosed their arrows again. It slicing the air and burying into the creature's shoulders and back.
