It looks like the ferocity of Throg's attack has his opponent off-guard, but the stranger forgoes drawing his sword in defense and simply punches Throg with a mailed fist, knocking him to the ground. Suddenly a voice from behind the skeletons roars...
"Neshkahl!"
"Ugh, not again" the cloaked man moans. Then he disappears in a puff of smoke. Several Bretonnian knights on horseback crash through the line of skeletons, smashing the undead with broadswords as they go. The men in black robes watch in terror, look at each other, then throw their maces to the ground and blurt at Dorgath, Carrow, and Kelgar...
"We surrender. We are your prisoners."