The Arix beast snarled, eyes looking between the two foes, before pouncing once more towards Maribel. Gresha stepped over to intercept, but could only watch as the beast landed short, and turned towards her. Sharpened claws and steel rang, and the Arix yelped in pain as Gresha's axe connected. The force behind it's pounce threw it into the cave wall, illusion broken.
Maribel saw her chance and fired another bolt, but the Arix was able to sidestep it, if only barely. The beast saw it's chance and leapt towards Gresha again while Maribel reloaded. Gresha caught the beast with the haft of her axe again, throwing it off of her. Projecting another illusion, the Arix looked to jump up towards Gresha, but in reality dove towards her legs. Vicious claws cut into Gresha's legs, and the Orc fell to a knee, bracing herself on her axe.
"Greshie!" Maribel shouted, taking aim at the Arix.
With a whistle another bolt flew through the air, landing in the beast's neck. The Arix staggered backwards, eyes closed in anguish. Gresha stood, summoning the last of her strength.
"RRAAAAGHH!" the Orc roared, bringing her axe down towards the neck of the beast. Steel met flesh, and the Arix's head parted from it's body.
The beast fell limp, and so did Gresha. Maribel ran over to her Orc companion, "Hold on, Greshie, hold on. We just got all those potions, don't you dare quit before you can use 'em," the Halfling said desperately.
Gresha grunted as she rolled to face Maribel, "And miss you telling this story? Heh..." she coughed.
Maribel flung her pack off of her back, quickly reaching inside for a healing potion. After a few seconds of looking, she found one and started pouring it into Gresha's wounds, the Orc grunting in pain.
In her hurry, Maribel had not noticed the slightly brighter glow of the potion she had used, nor how much...