Critical

Raddick, Groth and Nera stood over the dead rogue.  Behind them, at the opening of the hedge maze, a scared dire wolf and werewolf emerged in a rush.  They appeared to be looking for escape rather than a fight.  Something had spooked them. 
     Out of the maze sauntered the large fighter.  His armor was covered in clods of blood and black fur.  His axe dripped foul black slime.
     "Oh-HO," he shouted with his axe in the air, "I found you , I will be rich."  As he cocked his head back and howled Raddick pounced.
     Charging forward with blades swinging, Raddick separated the fighter and the dire wolves heads from their bodies.  They rolled on the ground like two coconuts spreading their milk as they went.  The fighters mouth was frozen in a ironically victorious battle cry.  As the werewolf turned to flee Raddick finished him off.
     The dust had settled and those outside looked at one another.  Raddick heaved deep breaths and slung the gore off his blades.  Nera was in shock as she had not had the chance to use her weapon on a single enemy.  In his head, Groth tried to inventory the the mercenaries who had fallen and those that still prowled.  Fox was nowhere to be seen.

A muffled shout came from within the mansion.  Groth turned and lurched through the doorway.