Feigning sleep, Jeff felt the restraints around his wrists give free. Now, he waited.
It didn't take long. The fighter eventually came closer to inspect their captive. He leaned over and looked at the ankle restraints, and satisfied that they were still tight, he moved closer to inspect the ones around the ankles. Before he realized it, the minotaur had a hand around his neck. It was only a few seconds before his neck snapped and blood spurted out between the creatures massive fingers.
It had only taken a second, but the fighter dropped to the ground without a sound. The minotaur used the mans sword to cut off the restraints, then stood, feeling the bloodlust start to flow again. He looked at the three sleeping forms, then decided that the mage was the most dangerous. Moving astonishingly silently for a massive creature, he stepped over, and without ceremony, stabbed the mage though the eye, feeling the sword penetrate though his skull and into the earth below.
The snapping of bone caused the other two to stir. Jeff pulled the sword free and swung it at the other fighter, who raised his arm to block it as if he was still wearing his sheild. Of course, his shield was laying nearby and the sword sliced though the arm like butter, then struck him in the chest. The cracking of the ribcage was sickening and the fighters body was thrown back hard against the earth, leaving a bloody stain.
Footsteps caught his attention, and Jeff looked to see the cleric vanish into the woods, running with all her might.
Jeff let out a bellow, and gave chase.