Two Dwellers approached Vance, one of which got floorboarded.
"OW dey goin to need ta goo you back tagether, IN -"
The second Dweller, incensed at being ignored for comedic purposes by a drunken board man, smacked him with its own board - a shield, and drew its sword, but Nora dispatched it with her knife.
"AROOROOROOROO-"
Plowing through a wall and several other Dwellers to get to them was the large Dweller from the tavern, minus about half its face. It charged into Vance and Nora, grabbed one in each hand and commenced the ground pound.
Before it could do too much damage though, a small magical explosion ripped its chest open, allowing Vance and Nora to once again see Angel Grace coming to their rescue, this time with dark magic.
"The heck?" Nora briefly pondered what had just happened before the Dwellers were on them again.
"I got this!" Angel called with confidence, using said dark magic to raise the giant Dweller back from the dead on their side. But as the beast was starting to rise, a book came out nowhere and struck Angel in the face.
"... Ow," she rubbed her nose.