Like a devil crawling out of hell, the still smoking cadaver rushed forth, already on his way toward the mages, the compressed group spell was fired out, its speed easily much too great for the skeleton to evade, shredding through part of his helm and skull, opening a gap on the right side, as though it had been carefully sanded with tools.
The force of the blow forced his body to spin right around, but that barely halted his momentum, twisting his limbs backwards, falling on all four he continued on barreling forward, at last however, the close quarters combatant finally caught up.
Milo was the first to arrive, throwing himself onto Loimos, skillfully grabbing a hold of his waist, flipping around without allowing himself to fall to the ground, raising the absurdly heavy corpse and throwing him onto the ground.
