The massive frame of Swilbosh the bestial crocodile man fills the doorway of the chute. Tensed like a coiled spring and ready to pounce, his reptilian eyes scan for anything that might need killing.
He growls low and mirthless, "What the Hell issss going on?"
Almost insanely relieved at the hulking lizard-man's arrival, Wrenly exclaims, "Swilbosh, my friend, thank goodness it's you! Our Getafix is not himself! I believe he is compelled by a nefarious creature - you must restrain him if you can! He knows not what he does. I'll assist you! I did a little stage boxing in my day!" He springs awkwardly from foot to foot, death ray device in hand. "But be careful! The creature is still somewhere about!"
Getafix stands nearby with a clear look of skepticism on his face. There is a rip and cut wound on his back.
Twenty feet away is Gryev the Ravenous, a blank look on his face, occasionally gnawing the hilt of his bloodied bastard sword.