Round One
Thordin steps forward, flashing blade in each hand, and delivers two powerful blows at the murky maelstrom before him. Both slice harmlessly though the darkness, which moments later coalesces into a strange and utterly bizarre creature. About the size of a small horse, the monster has the slick, hairless body of a seal but the sleek, scaly head of some unknown piscine predator. Its mouth is lined with hundreds of sharp, pointed teeth while bulbous eyes roll wildly atop the fishy head. A pair of scaly, slimy wings sprouts from the things backs, flapping futilely. The whole beast is shrouded in some eldritch black flame that gives of an intense heat at short range. Truly, this can only be a demon of some sort, a personification of Chaos itself! Googly eyes fix upon the dwarf and the head snaps forward, but Thordin is able to avoid the atavistic assault upon him.
A silver sling bullet arcs through the air and passes harmlessly behind the creature, as Drudsa's shot goes wild. Meagnor utters strange syllables and an arcane arrow appears in the air beside him; it streaks towards the abomination and bites deep into the thing's side. Black ichor belches from the wound! The beast shrieks -- an insane, high-pitched gurgling sound -- and casts its head about wildly in an attempt to spot its attacker. An eye fixes Meagnor in its baleful gaze and the elf feels an ancient presence buffet him about, but he stands firm and the pressure soon abates.