You're actually doing very well; not nearly as bloody a business as I had been expecting. Hmm...
Larric does take a shot at the left hand monfoxel, but it's numbers are good- dodges out of the way, lets the bolt almost get it and then flattens itself against the ground, the bolt skimming just overhead.
The bear has stopped moving, and appears to be twitching, shaking- the thing in the mound it affecting it, could be a heal, likely not- could be trying to take control of it directly, or possess it.
Could be too late; it's almost run out of friends. Who ever started that nonsense about blunt weapons not shedding blood? My arse. Hit something that hard- hard enough to set bone splinters pinging off armour- oh yes, there is blood. A lot of it.
Alfred gets extremely lucky, as the deer totally misreads his speed of reaction, assumes it has a couple of seconds to gore Dirt before he can recover for another shot, and lines itself up a sitter. (Defence critical failure.) Ribcage cracked and ribs splintering like so many eggshells, pieces thrown fifteen, twenty feet into the air. (Three to hit, called shot, one on the damage.) It's dead and gone, and it's blood smells funny. You may want to find a cleaner stream after this to rinse your armour off.
The two monfoxels, one attacks Dale and the result is almost too fast to follow, goes for the throat and he practically has to hook it off with the quillion of the sword- nearly cutting his own face off in the process- lands and springs back almost instantly aiming for his groin, hooked away again; Dale just manages to fend it off, but that was close.
The other tries to leap on Dirt's shield, use it as a shield from him, leap over it and bite him on the nose; it just sticks it's head up over the rim of the shield when Fifi pops up and intecepts it in mid leap. Its' front paws move, it's back paws don't- collapses to the ground paralysed.
It looks like you're winning, so far.