The wailing staff quiets when Audree drops it and grabs her axe. Clomm sputters and chokes on the floor as the brightly-garbed woman plants the weapon deep in the chest of her frightful foe, breaking its breastbone, smashing its brittle ribs. The axe is stuck for a moment, leaving the brave adventurer closer than she'd like to the rotten teeth and glowing eyes of the sinister warlord. One awful hand comes up, claw-like, reaching for Watters's tender flesh, for her pink cheeks -- before Endrei's hammer comes in like a thunderbolt, smashing the fiend in the face, crushing its skull against the stone wall behind it.
"Nooooooo..." it says with a rasping, reeking gasp, sliding down the wall as its caved-in skull lolls about on its neck sickeningly. As the monster slumps to the floor the two-handed sword clatters on the stones and the light in its broken eye sockets dims. It is defeated but still undying, like its brother, who still writhes and squirms on the floor nearby, like a worm chopped into many pieces.
Breathless, Endrei and Audree dare to share a look with one another. Have they... survived?
And at that moment, a bark resounds in the ancient chamber -- loud, echoing, resounding. At the top of the stairs, the same ones the explorers had descended, a ghostly apparition stands, its ethereal form shifting in the guttering torchlight. It's a mastiff, a big one, and looks alert and on-guard, like it's protecting something as it growls lowly.
OOC:
You've defeated the brothers and we're out of combat turns. But what do you do now? Clomm lies injured, Wax is dead, the ghostly dog is confronting you...