Miklos cried out in shock and pain his hand clutching at the deep wound as blood bubbled through his fingers. He backed off a couple of steps dazed wondering for a moment what had hit him. He felt dizzy as blood drained from his head until the adrenalin galvanized him into an automatic flight.
The dwarf, who was still over by the doorway, upon seeing the skeleton impale the mage, charged full bore the length of the room. “Maruc see to the mage! I’ll cover you.” Feldard’s axe, swung up over his shoulder, as he ran; muscles ready to let loose with a furious attack upon the skeleton.
Maruc cursed. There was no way he could catch the fleeing mage in all this armour. Still, like Feldard said he could at least put himself between it and Miklos. It still had to climb out of the coffin.
The rogue jumped back in surprise. More through fear than thought, his shortsword sprung into his hand and plunged straight into the back of the skeleton. The sword was lodged in the tangled web of bone and armor, but seemed not to bother the creature in the least.
He ran between them one hand fishing out his symbol the other swinging his slung shield up into position. “Back to your darkness! You face a servant of Halav Reincarnate!” he cried.
The skeleton paused at the cleric’s intonation. For a moment, Maruc thought the undead creature would be turned, but his hopes were soon dashed as the creature rose up and whipped around to swing his sword against the rogue, who managed to duck the blow just in time.
Hasan had followed just behind the dwarf to see the skeletal remains rise up to impale his companion. Seeing Nicolai’s shortsword buried ineffectively in the thing’s back, he was sure his ceremonial blade would be of little use. As quickly as he could, he invoked the magical missile incantation he was taught years ago by Elrond and directed the bolt toward their unearthly enemy.
The crackle of the magical bolt echoed through the room as it wounded the monster while turned to meet the dwarf’s axe with its aged sword. Though the beast’s armor and weaponry appeared to be old and brittle, when steel met steel it was the skeleton who fared better, wounding another of the defenders of the Elyan.