Also unaffected by the stench, Lola moves forward to slash at the bugbear zombie. And misses badly.
Marcus struggles futilely against the paralysis, angered with his inability to help his comrades.
Aided by his dwarven hardiness, Tex also resists Marcus' foul smell. Still cursing his new bow, he knocks another arrow and sends it toward the remaining troglodyte zombie. With his comrades obscuring his line of sight, Tex's aim is off and the arrow misses [i.e., he missed because the zombies have cover].
“So, you believe yourself superior to my delightful creations?” Filge cackles, “We'll just see about that.” He scuttles forward to where he can catch a glimpse of Cyrius and casts a spell. A ray of black energy fires from his finger, but misses Cyrius by about a mile. Filge frowns.
The bugbear zombie swings its hairy arm clumsily at Cyrius, also missing by a mile. The remaining troglodyte zombie charges forward to bite at Lola, with no success. The skeleton dutifully follows Filge back into the lowered section of the room.