You burn one to death, and slice the other in two.
Dreadfang slaughters the first, and attacks two more.
The tree swings its branches around, throwing away several soldiers. Drost gets up, and takes the opportunity to finish the downed men.
The girl stabs the second soldier repeatedly in the chest, andthen drops the dagger, the glow in her eyes disappearing. She holds her head in her hands and starts crying hysterically.
The battle ends soon, as your glaives, Dreadfang's claws, and Thaumat's tree destroy the enemy, as Zinara revives the others, looking more fatigued than any of you.
"Don't you ever do that again." says Thaumat, looking rather angry for once. "I'm serious."