Barika strolls into the church assessing the floating nave candles, the charro wights, and the unspawned vampire. A barbarian is never late; she arrives precisely when she means to.
Amped Sqyylarr needs something new to fight before all the effects wear off. Ander, with a penchant for locating something new to fight, charges into a side bedroom, ignores the decayed fellow who never got out of bed for a hundred years and his prayer book, and goes right for the clear crystalline decanter. A vigorously reckless shaking of the wonky, clear liquid dumps it out into an angry red cloud of smoke. The angry red cloud of smoke coalesces into a fork-wielding, fearsome horned devil. Ander, victim of his own success, attempts a hasty retreat out the back door, but he is barred from escape. Ander is forked. Really forked.
Sqyylarr, feeling as though she is not in control of her own actions, critically smashes the devil. Ash, from a hopefully safe position, slayers his prey through the open door. Watc beams sun through the door, but the doubly constitutional devil throws shade. Trapped Ander force ballistas the devil into the wall and empties his entire wand of magic missiles. The wand holds together but barely.
The devil doubles Sqyylarr’s critical injuries back on her, and she is even more forked than Ander. Sqyylarr hastily replies with prodigious smashing. Ash capitalizes on Sqyylarr’s smashy distraction and, taking a breath to goadingly aim a slayer’s sneaky attack, sends a longbowed arrow careening around the devil’s innards. It’s little wonder that Ash gets vertigo keeping up with all the things.
The devil ignores Ash’s goading, forks Barika, and tails Sqyylarr. Ander forces one last ballista and the devil uncoalesces back into smoke leaving nothing for Ander to collect. Sqyylarr unbars the back door and airs out the room.