A guardsman slices the zombie's head off with his halberd. It dies.

A third zombie wanders in through the stinking cloud.

The third marine puts three non-aligned arrows through its head. It's very dead.

A fourth zombie wanders in through the stinking cloud. This one is visibly diseased and more horrible than the others.

Shadi flings an icicle at the plague zombie. It staggers backward.

Garril swings at the zombie with his warhammer. He misses, somehow.

A guardsmen cuts the plague zombie's head off with his halberd (from a distance). It collapses.

A fifth zombie wanders in through the stinking cloud. This one is visibly diseased.

Two guardsmen slice it apart with synchronized strikes!

A sixth zombie wanders in through the stinking cloud. This one is visibly diseased.

The fourth marine puts two non-aligned arrows through its chest. It dies.

Oh good, everyone gets to attack whichever of the two survive all at once.

<Cleric losing!>

And apparently that's the daemon, so she has no idea what to expect from it. Well, keep the wall up and wait, now, there's nothing else she can do.

The daemon tears into Andaisin. It's not pretty to look at.

Andaisin swings at it with her scythe. She does much less damage to the daemon that it does to her.

The daemon bites and claws her again and again.

Andaisin carves into it. Her strikes become slightly slower over time.

The daemon tears and tears and tears until no flesh remains on her bones. It swallows what remains.

The first marine looses three aligned arrows. Two tear into the daemon. It screams.

The second marine looses three aligned arrows. One slices the daemon.

The two lantern archons send four golden beams at the daemon. Only one strikes true, sizzling the daemon.

The third marine looses three aligned arrows. One stabs into the daemon.

The fourth marine looses three aligned arrows. Two fly right through the daemon's chest. It stumbles and collapses.

The marines fire and fire and fire until the flesh is torn from its twisted bones. The daemon lies still on the ground.

The temple is still. The winching of an elevator moving can be heard distantly.

The Marines: still terrifying! That was a daemon that murdered a fifth-circle cleric like it was nothing, ended it barely scratched, and it dropped before it could take a step in their direction! And they specialize in fighting goblins and humans! She didn't really need to be reminded not to stand in the sights of four marines who would rather she be unconscious than conscious, but apparently she's getting a reminder anyway. (Also, being prepared and buffing properly is incredible, those bows were hitting twice as hard as the ones in her memories even setting aside the daemon's near-immunity to arrows if they weren't Aligned.)

"Do we need to chase the others? it sounds like something moving, so they're probably fleeing to above. Can the other formation handle them?"