Metella hits people with a table.

Eliana frowns at the two attempting to chop up her necromantic puppet. One of them falls over as his whole body seizes up. The elf takes the opportunity to tackle the other in a full body grapple, and they go down in a tangle of limbs.

The mysteriously animated table has taken out three soldiers by now; it settles down, mission complete. A fourth soldier, fleeing Clare, sees Metella and attempts to stab her on principle; unfortunately for him, that's a fork he's holding.

And then Clare hits him again and he ceases to be a problem.

Eliana walks over and slits the throat of the one she took down. The elf is now thoroughly unsalvageable, that demon can go away now. The soldiers are in good enough condition still. She pulls blood out of the one she killed. It rises into the air, a shimmering red viscous mass. She contemplates it a moment, then splits it into six even parts. One finds its way to each of the fallen, and impacts with a flash. The soldiers rise jerkily back to their feet.

How efficient.

Onward?

The corpses lead the way.

Down the hallway, around the corner, down the stairs, corner again, up more stairs, another corner, hallway.

There are two mages at the end of that last hall.

Are there by any chance any loose objects near those mages...?

There are not.

The dead soldiers charge.

The soldiers can have this one, then. They're much more use than Metella in close quarters with no handy tables to fling.

They are blocked in their advance by the sudden appearance of a large wall of ice.

Eliana starts lobbing fireballs at it, but it is apparently fairly thick. And advancing.

Metella smiles slightly.

The ice cracks apart into several pieces. There is some mostly-insignificant damage to the surrounding walls.

Nicely done.

Eliana redirects the trajectory of her next fireball so that it arcs all the way down to the mages.

One of them erects a barrier in time to ward it off, but by then the soldiers are upon them, and the mages, well. They are Not Good at hand to hand fighting.

Also, several large chunks of ice are following that fireball down the hall.

Yeah, they're dead.

Good, good.

"Where to next?"

"Caladrius is not far. Hopefully we will meet the others there."

Nod.

Yep! There they are! Stalas is completely unrecognizable in his steel golem suit.

"How many did you meet on your way here?"

He raises his faceplate briefly so he can talk without using the golem voice.

"Six soldiers and a mage near the front, eight more soldiers in the halls. You?"

"Six, and two mages." Four of the soldiers are still accompanying her. "So Caladrius has only five guards left."

"How convenient for us."

He closes his faceplate and makes an ironically polite after-you gesture to the reanimated soldiers.