Things went to shit real fast.

He was surrounded by the undead and just then noticed the small wound on his right shoulder when the older elf spoke behind him; Eovaine momentarily turned to grin at him before pressing the corpses. "Clearly underestimated these bastards," he said above the clamour of fighting and groaning. He was going to say more when barrage of sorcery was flung towards him, suddenly being deflected moments from hitting him.

Cursing, he shifted course and started cutting his way towards the cultists, briefly noting the way the gnoll smashed into them which in some small amount broke the summoner's connection with the undead. It was enough. His swords carved a path through them and just when he was about to break clear, a massive pillar of fire erupted. And from its billowing smoke emerged a monstrosity which immediately charged the gnoll and lifted him off his feet into a nearby building. 

He was thinking of flanking around the beast, going through its potential blindspot to reach the cultists when an Ariel suddenly perched on top of its shoulders and caused some sort of acoustic blast from its swords towards the cultists. With the monstrosity distracted and the cultists potentially disoriented, Eovaine broke through the line of corpses and charged one of the remaining cultists, his swords seeking to cut off one of the legs followed by disembowling his opponent.