Pulling his flail from his shield hand, Maruc leaped forward to meet the creature and perhaps to draw some of its attention from the beleagured dwarf.
The cleric’s flail bounced harmlessly off the giant, multi-armed skeleton. Though he did his best to interject himself into the fray, the thing did not seem to be interested in engaging anything other than the dwarf. What could it be that this animated pile of bones had against Feldard? It hadn’t made a move when Miklos or himself approached the altar, but as soon as the dwarf got near, it attacked.
Saeth, confused by her lack of effect, took a step back. Her one good eye focused on the creature, and she stood almost still amid the pulse of battle, trying to identify a weak point, or anything that could be a weakness of the creature. Though she slashed and stabbed at the creature repeatedly, it appeared her scimitar was useless against the beast.
Miklos was staring slackjawed at the fighting menace wondering what incantation that he knew might gain them some advantage. He doubted if sleep or charm enchantments would affect it much as they were designed for the living. His only elemental evocation was a conjured missile and sure it would harm it. But, it wouldn’t supply the party with a winning edge.
“It is no hellborn creature! It is a made thing…” The mage’s words were cut off when a movement caught the corner of his eye. Automatically he spun and was uttering the first syllables of his sleep incantation when he recognized the face of Nicolai. He swallowed the words back and reorientated his mind.
Nicolai entered the room. He was wearing the same Siswa robes that three of the others wore. “I see you guys can’t be left on your own for a minute!” And then, with Saeth’s sword in his hands, charged into the fray, trying to get around behind the beast.
Still moving as deftly as possible and avoiding those blades that he could, Feldard swung again and again at the towering skeleton. His axe hacked at the bones of the creature like they were trees to be felled. Long sweeping strokes, first from one side then from swinging around gaining momentum to the other. With each swing the dwarf added another descriptive to the title of the animated skeleton. “I will not be brought down by an elf-weak, sword-flailing, oversized corpse with a couple too many arms!”
The skeletal bohemoth landed another blow on the dwarf, who, if not for his armor would have been sliced to pieces by now. The beast showed no signs of stopping its onslaught and continued to focus all its fury solely on Feldard.