The murlocs were trying to be cautious, but their fate was already sealed. The Drow were waiting.
After most of the murlocs had entered the cavern one let out a shrill cry of agony as he was impaled by a gleaming, Drow-made javelin. Dropping to the ground it gurgled blood spewing from its mouth.
Zier leapt down from his perch of a stalactite simultaneously stabbing an unsuspecting murloc on his right between the head and shoulder with his dagger, where a less vile creature might have a neck, while slicing another's throat with his saber on his left. He finished off the not yet mortally wounded murloc to his right by whipping his saber around and stabbing it in the gut, then he kicking it away to release his weapons. Then Zier smiled widely as he glanced at his, still writhing, first two victims.
Zier was then startled as an already dead murloc's body fell up against him with a black arrow that was buried in his back so far that it was sticking farther out of the front than the back. He then looked behind him to see Seiven, a skilled archer of Igleis, an allied house of Narshonebon. Seiven then winked at him just before shooting off another screeching missile from his enchanted bow to hit directly in between the eyes of another pathetic creature.
A larger, more capable murloc pounced in front of Zier snarling, while it waved its jagged sword menacingly. Zier slapped the sword away with his saber than sliced the creature's arm with his dagger. The murloc didn't flinch. Then it brought its heavy sword in for a chop. Zier easily sidestepped the slow move and then he made an upward stab which slipped straight through the murlocs head. Zier was surprised by how easily the saber went through the stupid creature's virtually hollow head.
Chanting calmly Aira raised her hand, and in turn a murloc flew from the cavern floor and into a hanging stalactite. Then she conjured a ball of fire used to throw into a group of already cornered murlocs. She smiled at the disappointed soldiers that were about to obliterate the small group of unfortunate creatures.
Zier stabbed through a murlocs hunched over back then crouched to see the creatures thick, green blood run down to the tip of his saber. Then jerked the blade out and slit the creature's throat. Zier then jumped up and rushed another murloc and slapping its javelin down and slicing its arm off with his saber. Next he cut of the defenseless murloc's other arm, and let it scream and run around until it passed out from blood loss. Suddenly there were two murlocs in front of Zier. He was immediately on the defensive, parrying and countering. He saw a hole in one's defense and took advantage of it, thrusting his dagger into the murloc's chest. It screeched with pain and lunged at him. Zier then blocked it with his saber. Then the other murloc saw its opportunity and thrusted its sword and clipped his adversary's arm. Zier quickly brought his saber up and stabbed the murloc in the throat. After that he executed the other, wounded murloc on the ground by thrusting his saber into its chest.
His chest heaving after the battle, he saw that there were few murlocs left so he wiped his blades clean, and sheathed them. His arm throbbing from the blow; he walked over the dead bodies and through the pools of blood. He saw Aira examining Drezzen's dead figure, noting the clean stab wound in his back, too clean. "Murlocs?" she asked sarcastically. "Four dead… most of the rest injured. We're going back to Azalin." She handed him a red vial, and walked off.
Zier promptly opened the vial and drank it. The red, thick liquid burned through his body. He gasped for air as he watched the muscle fibers in his arm reconnect; and his skin grow back together. After all the soldiers were healed, they looted the four dead Drow, stacked the carcasses, and then burned them.