The melee that erupts is horrific, everyone but the armored brother of Dedestroyt rushes forward and a huge brawl begins. No one else is capable of taking any intelligent action. Large cleric brother, what do you do.
The large brother in the armor does nothing. He watches for half a minute while the rest of you pummel each other with fist and foot and tooth and claw. When it ends, Khraz is collapsed with a glazed and exhausted look. The rest of you are in varying stats of pain. Ozzle, Tox, and Drax are all unconscious.
The Warlord stands after it ends and looks at those that are standing, Scratch and the three nameless brothers. "Good that is out of our system. After they wake up, decide on the items, then get ready. Tomorrow, you leave for the north." He begins to leave.
"Let them know," motioning towards the brothers on the ground, "That I will not tolerate another outbreak."
He leaves.