The dark wooden floor was covered with spilled ale, shattered tables, dead bodies, all kinds of blood, and saliva, which was still freely rolling out of the dead Half-Elf's mouth. The few patroons who were still at the bar at the beggining of the fight had either fled or were froze in terror due to the ear shattering shriek of the giant Quaggoth who just bursted through another wall.
A drunken drow was sitting by the corner, his body resting against a thin wooden pillar. He heard a commotion, but had neither the interest nor the will to turn his head to look at what was happening. People screamed, the clash of metal against metal was heard, the smell of burning wood mixed with a stench that made he vomit a little in his mouth filled the air. Soon after a ear defning shriek, a tremor shook his body out of his drunken stupor. A beast came out of nightmares was standing in front of a huge hole in the wall, it's mandibles snapping as if challenging anyone to approach.
The beast headed towards an orc with a flamming arm. The orc was surrounded by so many oponents that the Drow assumed he was a gonner. But this was before the orc attacked the beast with a chain. That orc was clearly a seasoned warrior, much more dangerous than any of the patroons around. "Now he's gone", the drow thought when the beast pulled the warrior by his own chain. A fallen orc had no chance against this many enemies. He was barely finished with his thoughts when another tremor shook his body. Yet another beast bursted through the frail wooden walls of the inn. This one was even bigger, although more pleasant to the eyes. It shrieked. Against everything the drow believed was possible, this shriek was much louder than the previous one leaving a ringing sound in his ears that refused to go away.
The beast pulled the orc out, possibly saving his life, but this was of no concern anymore. The frail structure of the inn appeared to give away due to the heavy damage to it's structure. Pieces of the roof started to collapse, pillars slowly cracking, subduing to the bigger weight put on them. It wouldn't take long before the whole inn became a big pile of shattered wood and stone on the floor.
Chaos was set in the scene. Patroons at the inn hastly running away, only to be hit by falling debris and be trampled by the others behind. In it's final moments, the inn was having it's revenge on the ones who destroyed it.