These demons appeared to be checking out the situation below, when they came face to face with the group.
"What are you—" the demon's words were cut off by a flying hammer that smashed into its face. The dwarf had already been impatient with the slow pace of his companions' advance, and seeing the enemy appear, he had no patience to wait for it to finish its nonsense.
Both sides were very familiar with the process that followed. The mutated creatures immediately charged, using their height advantage to pounce fiercely towards the adventurers, who, in turn, drew their weapons, ready for battle.
"Engage!"
The human knight let out a loud shout, charging ahead to meet the enemy, but Kalalin's magic was even faster. A large swath of black grease suddenly appeared on the steps in front of them, and the demons, caught mid-charge, slipped and fell, their fierce advance turning into a tumbling avalanche.
