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The woman's dark eyes were focused heavily upon the flaming sword as it approached, waiting to see what it was. Before it got too close to their entourage, she could already make out the creature's appearance. What baffled her, though, was the ease at which it carried the weapon for as small as it was. Nevertheless, she made sure that her hand was solidly holding her morningstar.

The speed of the little man caught her off-guard, but she held fast and moved as quickly as she could. Even as she began to move towards the little creature, she watched Vellek's mace bounce off of the creature's skin, followed shortly by her mild surprise and flaming sword leaving the redcap's grasp. A split second later and the little man was outlined in a faux fire as she closed the remaining distance between herself and the creature, drawing her weapon back for what she hoped would be a good hit.

Kal'ara watched the goings-on from her (relatively) safe spot. The creature hadn't seen her yet, and so she silently unsheathed two of her throwing daggers (realising that a crossbow was not an appropriate weapon for this conflict) and weighed them up in her hands. Once both Eliae and Matasoga had attacked the creature, she took aim and threw a dagger at the creature's back, hoping it would logde itself and do at least a little damage.

Vellek found relief in the momentary darkness as the tiny old man was disarmed. He was just as surprised as the creature when it suddenly combusted in the strange flames. He gave a wince as he hefted his heavy mace, about to step forward and take advantage of his opponent's hesitance when the lightning bolt shot past, stopping his advance.
Having on many occasions seen the effect of lightning on the battlefield, he held his maces back and retreated a step. He breathed a sigh of relief that his metal weapons and armor hadn't attracted the electricity, though the ambient static that charged the air sent an uncomfortable tingling through his body. His horse whinnied and reared up as the lightning flared, then began slowly backing away. But it was bred for war, and well accustomed to the din of battle. Vellek was confident it would not flee without him.
He stepped forward again as the creature moved to attack, resolving to make the enemy regret its lack of focus. He ignored the pain in his shoulder and swung his maces.

Adustes couldn't help but smirk at his success in disarming the redcap, as temporary as it was. It had been quite some time since he had last entered combat; he was pleased to find his skill hadn't deteriorated. He threw up an arm and clamped his eyes shut at the appearance of the lightning, stepping back as much to put some distance between himself and the effect as in response to the redcap diving closer.
Shadar-kai sometimes worked alongside redcaps, and Adustes, at an earlier point in his life, had had the displeasure of such an experience. With it came some understanding of these creatures. Most notable, aside from their incredible level of cruelty and savage behavior that would sicken even the most depraved humans, was that most weapons did little to harm them, but those crafted of cold-wrought iron affected them normally. He began reaching for one such weapon in his possession, one of a pair of small knives he used primarily to feed his masochistic impulses; but stopped, deciding that any damage it caused would be minimal, and a spell would be of more use.
He began uttering a prayer and released his grip on his spiked chain, bringing his left hand -with one end of the chain still coiled around the forearm- up to touch the holy symbol at his throat while the other traced a sigil in the air before him. A nimbus of jet-black radiance permeated his form. He held his free hand out toward the redcap's exposed back and released the energy of the spell. The dark radiance left him, splitting out into twin beams of concentrated shadowstuff and darted out toward the savage fey.

EDIT:
Vellek's resolve gave way to frustration at the end of his maces' chops. He brought the head of his heavy mace solidly down between the old man's haunched shoulders, but the blow seemed to have no effect on it. It drew back its sword in preparation for its own attack just in time to intercept the mercenary's lighter mace, and his secondary swing with the heavy mace hit at such an angle that the weapon glanced harmlessly away.
Adustes however, had better luck with his attack. Both streams of shadow flew unerringly to pierce their target's back, each punching a small hole through its tough hide with a small spurt of blood, and elicited a pained grunt from the creature.

Vellek's attacks
- heavy mace 1 = 24
- light mace = 15
- heavy mace 2 = 19
Adustes
- knowledge (nature): 4+13= 17
- bolt 1: 8+1+12= 21
- bolt 2: 8+1+15= 24
- hide in plain sight: 14+1= 15
Redcap
- next round's spot: 18+15= 33

Despite her attempt to move out of the way of the creature's blade, she hissed in pain as the blade bit into her legs. The wounds stung and would, doubtlessly, slow her down for a while. Nevertheless, though, she ignored the pain as best she could, bringing her morningstar across in a backhand, aiming for the puny man's head or neck.

(First roll attack [4+_=_], other rolls are damage [1d8+1] if successful)

Realising she needed a weapon with more power than a mere throwing dagger, Kal'ara moved 5 feet upwards, putting her level with the creature, and drew her own crossbow, taking aim and loosing a bolt at the wicked little man.

Adustes' eyes widened at the suddenness with which the redcap charged him. He moved to dodge the blade but the redcap was too fast. The sword's razor edge slashed just below his armor, drawing a gash over the priest's abdomen. He staggered a few steps back and nearly doubled over with the impact, giving an audible gasp, whether in pain, pleasure, or both was uncertain. He pressed his chain-wrapped arm to the wound to hold back the blood flow, grinning like a madman at the redcap, eliciting a quite confused look from the creature.
He licked at the line of blood now running over his lip and down his chin and began chanting in the draconic tongue, repositioned his arm so that it still held against the wound but also reached his holy symbol, the other hand making the gestures required for the coming spell.
The spell completed and the space before Adustes grew darker. The darkness gathered upon a single line, solidified, and took on definition; forming into an ornate black greatsword that hung, point down, suspended in midair. Two short prongs extended from the pommel back toward the hilt, a small point of red light flaring into existence just above each spike. The hilt twisted and turned, pointing the pommel toward the redcap, split horizontally down the center and hissed, now appearing very much like a small dragon's head. The edges of the blade took on a faint, angry red glow, raised and whipped around, as though an invisible hand were testing its heft, the dragon-head pommel twisting with each movement to glare at the creature before it. The weapon whipped itself again, this time darting forward and angling its edge to strike the redcap.

Vellek found he could barely keep up with the small fey. It was so flighty, so fast, he couldn't read its movements enough to predict its next move. He barely managed to lash out with a mace before it moved out of range when it turned away to attack Adustes.
He wasted not a moment as it darted away, charging in to strike at it while its back was turned, focusing his strength on a single point and brought his heavy mace down, aiming for the top of the creature's head.

EDIT:
Despite his quick reflexes, the quick strike Vellek took as the fey moved away only barely clipped its ribs, not a solid enough hit to do it any harm.

The shadar-kai's behavior was confusing to the redcap. Unlike Adustes, this one had never had the opportunity to work with one of the other's kind. It made no sense to him that the taller fey would react with such an exultant expression to as serious a stomach wound as he'd suffered. And to continue casting, almost as if it hadn't happened...
He stood back and gaped as the conjured sword formed from the shadows, unsure what to make of it until it began to swing of its own accord. He instantly put up his guard, raising the b*****d sword in his hands in an effort to block it, but the black blade passed through it as though it were nothing and cut along the redcap's arm and shoulder, the thick skin not slowing it in the least. The redcap staggered back a step in pain and disbelief. No weapon had ever hurt it that much.
Before it could recover, Vellek's mace came down on the crown of the fey's head with a loud thud, causing his opponent to bow somewhat under the weight of the blow.

• Adustes' attack: 7+2+12= 21
  
• Vellek's attack of opportunity: 9+7= 16
  
• Vellek's charge (using feat and power attack (converting 5 points of attack for damage)): 9 +2 for charging +2 for flanking +19 -5 = 27
  
• Redcap's Fortitude save: 10+6= 16

Eliae was too aggravated at her poorly-placed hit to notice that the redcap had so suddenly moved away from her. She reached to her waist, pulling her meteoric dagger from its sheath and expending two charges of the dagger, quickly flicking it at the creature before reaching down to pick her mace back up off of the ground.

EDIT: The sudden, brief flare of fire told her that the dagger had struck true, smirking a little as she felt the dagger's magic return it to her hand, only to be immediately re-sheathed.

( Eliae's Attack: 6+16=22
Damage (rolled in Misc): 5 fire )