Garek Enkdal - the City of Ten Thousand Blades
Though the maimed Drow might have succeeded in striking Hamin, his punch brings him too close. Even as the one-eyed warrior rocks back, he brings up his polearm in a vicious arc, slicing open the Drow's flesh as it drives him back, then follows up with another two swings that send his lifeless corpse to the ground.
With that foe downed, Hamin steps forward, feet straddling the body as he swings his polearm once more, almost mechanically, ignoring the horror floating over the well behind him as his blades pierce the second Drow's body. The badly wounded Drow lashes out with his fists, but Hamin easily dodges.
On the other side of the well, Brugar is engulfed with battlerage, raising a scream that threatens to match that of the dog-like creatures he battles. With powerful blows he downs the last of them, and turns again to the creature he previously felled, pounding on its dead flesh in his fury.
As the Dwarf turns angrily towards the nearest priestess, Yetta reacts to the foe's attempt to surround Alasha'an, launching herself towards the maimed Drow at the Elf's back, the blade in her hand flickering as it bites into his flesh, wounding him, and easily avoiding the roundhouse punch he sends her way.
The Drow priestess fares far worse, as Alasha'an strikes with almost casual ease, her dark blade moving with deceptive slowness, but deadly accuracy, once, twice and claiming another life.
Three of the maimed Drow trapped in the mass of rubbery tentacles manage to drag themselves clear, leaving but one of their number still caught, while the Drow nearest Hamin finally manages to find his feet and step clear of the slickened flags.
As Brugar advances, the eyes of the Drow priestess narrow as she in turn calls down a column of divine fire upon the Dwarf's head ... but miraculously it fades, even as it strikes him, absorbed into the shield on his arm, the glass shards embedded upon it, causing them to glow softly.
To the north of the chamber, Ayas hurriedly launches a volley of magical missiles at the roiling mass above the well. The globes of energy strike unerringly ... seemingly causing the horror to fold in upon itself, though any hope that it could be so easily defeated proves false as it suddenly materialises before the Elf, lashing out with an all too solid fist that slams into him sending his broken body crashing into the marble wall to fall lifeless to the cold stone, broken tiles and rusted weapons crashing around him.
OOC: Map of the proceedings updated ...