Nicolai raised his head after the swing and pulled a wide manic grin that spoke of hotwired terror at the rictus mask of death glaring at him. A long second stretched by. Then he ran.
As the rogue went one way, Saeth stepped the other, hoping to give time for Maruc to heal the young wizard. Her blade sprang to her hand. But it was not with that she struck, but instead a spell that she wove, drawing forth through words of Elven a second copy of herself. Together, the two one-eyed Elves faced the rising skeleton.
Hasan tackled the fleeing mage and brought the human to the floor. “Come now, Miklos,” he urged. “Your powers are needed here and now. This enemy is too great.” With those words, he hoisted the human to his feet and saw the living could be as pallid as their deathly foe.
Feldard grunted at the wound; blood seeping from it in a steady flow—unstaunched. But unlike the mage, the dwarf stood his ground and fought back with determination. As like with the multi-armed golem previously, the dwarf would not back down; not while his companions were faced with such a threat.
To bolster himself and his party, Feldard roared a battle cry as he met the attack of the skeleton and did his best to fell the foul thing.
Grateful for the imposition of the sturdy dwarf and his enchanted axe, Maruc bent his attention to Miklos. He heaved his way over to him.
Halted by the Siswa Miklos snapped his head round to see the dwarf battling bravely with the coffin-creature. “What?” he said. “No…..no…I have nothing that will foil such a creature at hand! Foolish mage! I…I feel…..unwell.”
As the priest barreled passed Saeth he called, “Halav protect us all! But you especially…” he gave a weak grin and eventually caught up with the mage. He pulled his blooded hand out of the way and checked the wound. It was bad. He tried to keep the concern of his face. He looked up into the mage’s pale features. Better make light of it. “Miklos, I sorry to tell you but…..your tunics ruined.” he grinned.
“Remind me to come and see you next time I’m feeling really well,” he smiled weakly. “I can still move idiot cleric and I’m not dead yet. See to the dwarf and the elf, they’ll need your aid sooner than I. I’ll live.”
The priest glanced round at the combat. “Would that I could stay that creature. But my Holding prayer is useless against the dead. Before I see to them I’ll patch you up.” Maruc found a linen bolster. “Apply pressure with this. I’ll shall return.”
Miklos followed the priests instructions and twiddled with Dentiata’s wand with the other wondering if the creature could be stopped by it. He guessed it probably would work, but surmised he would need it against the Sisters if they ever got out of this alive.
The undead creature battled against the dwarf and the twin Saeths. Both of the demihumans managed to land blows against the whirling, slashing skeleton, yet it fought on. Its decrepit sword sunk deep into the one-eyed warrior, causing everyone’s eyes to widen in shock as they witnessed the deathblow. Shock turned to relief though as the elven illusion dissipated into a cloud of ether, revealing to all that it was merely the mirror image that took the hit.
The two warriors double-teamed the armored skeleton with their enchanted weapons. With every battle, their prowess had grown, and though what they faced was of far greater threat than an ordinary skeleton, it was not long before their attacks chopped the thing into harmless fragments of bone.