1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 111d4 ⇒ 1
Seeing such a tough man taken down so easily, Dimitrio's aim is a bit off, and the dagger flies off into darkness.
Liana's first arrow sinks deep into the ogre's torso, refocusing its attention. Arrow still pinning tongue to jaw, it charges up the short slope towards you, blood, spittle, and gods know what else spraying as it bellows. Just when it is almost within arm's reach, Zeek splays his hands wide, and a blast of light strikes the monster's face. With a confused moan, your foe tumbles back down the slope. Lying halfway between you and the wagon, it makes feeble swimming motions.
Hope that was alright with you Zeek. It was too far away to move and spray, so I figured Zeek would get ready for it coming after the rest of them.
Alright everyone. Although, your foe isn't quite dead yet, he's basically helpless and severely injured. Whoever wants to may do the honors, I recommend doing so quickly, but otherwise, combat is over. RP and such away, for what happens next is up to you.