Kah groaned, shaking his head as if that would help clear his vision. He managed to bat away a bandit with one paw without hitting an ally, but that was the best he could do.
"Kill them all!" shouted the large half-elf from before, and the rest of the gang charged.
Thrax had one job, to keep the song going as long as possible. His fingers could bleed, but unless the fight was over, there was no stopping. He retreated further into the cleft, strumming with intensity.
Suddenly, a figure jumped down behind him and held a curved dagger to his neck. The second the music stopped, the charge halted. The leader spoke up with a voice like iron. "I don't typically accept surrender, but you lot seem... valuable. But not the gnoll, he's of no use to us alive. So if you resist, he dies first."