Descending the Temple Depths

"How you feeling there Albert? Did the mold knock the fight out of you?"

"Hard ... To ... Breathe" Is all Albert manages to get out in between coughs. He decides to crawl backwards, away from the threat and tries to get rid of the annoying gunk on his clothes at the same time.

''well Deoring, I guess there is only one way to find out. Let's try to get to Albert, he looks like he can use the help.
When we get there you can touch the staff and we team up before the other skeletons get to us. But if we want to try this, now is the time, the other creatures are on their way!''

Roald takes Deoring by the arm and nudges him in the right direction, there is no time for more discussion.

Deoring starts to say "Good idea" to Roald, but only manages to say "Goo…" before Roald jerks his arm and pulls him toward Albert and Dirk.

"Let go!" Deoring pulls his arm away from Roald’s grip.

"Let’s do this!" he shouts as he darts toward Albert as fast as he can, slipping a little on the mossy stone floor, but doing the best he can to stay upright while getting there quickly.

Roald is surprised by the speed of Deoring's reaction. He hesitates just a moment before going after him. One of the skeletons is coming awfully close. Deoring manages to slip past it but Roald can not evade the creature. He turns his right shoulder towards his foe and braces for impact.

With a loud crack and some rattling Roald crashes into the skeleton.

The skeleton being lighter than Roald is no match for his bodybonycheck. The creature is pushed flat on its back. Roald didn't expect it to go down that easily and lands on top of it. This causes more rattling and cracking. He lies there for a few seconds and a freezing cold makes him shiver to the bone. ''got...to...get...off..'' Roald tries to put his hands on the ground so he can push himself up. But the cold drained all his power. He rolls to the side, now lying on his back next to the skeleton. The creature is starting to stirr after being knocked out.
Roald, unable to move, knows he's put himself in quite a pickle.

Deoring slips between Albert and the skeleton, hoping to buy Albert some time to recover.

Albert looks up when Deoring arrives. Even though he can't express it right now, he's grateful for the help.

Roald's teeth are chattering, shivers all over his body. He has to do something but it seems as if his mind is frozen too. Slowly his hand shakes towards the handle of his sword, he grips it as tight as possible.
With an awkward voice due to the shivers he whispers:'' Please Raynor, give me the strength and warmth to stand up and survive this fight. Let your fire warm me from within.''

Deoring realizes that if he reaches for Albert’s staff, he’ll be turning away from the skeleton and leave himself vulnerable to an attack. But without Raynor’s blessing on his sword, he can’t really damage the skeleton. However, the skeletons do fall over if knocked down hard enough. If he can knock it over, he muses, that might give him a few seconds to touch Albert’s glowing broomstick staff and say a brief prayer to Raynor.

Still clutching the talisman in his left hand, Deoring shouts "Raynor’s fire, light my way!" then puts his head down and charges at the skeleton, hoping to bowl it over with a well placed shoulder to the skeleton’s chest.

Rook panics a little as it takes longer than he thought to light the torch. "By all the black hells, where's a fire god when you need him..." he cursed, and the torch finally blazed. With the skeletons a dozen paces away, he hurled the torch like a spear - right into the gaping mouth. There was a hiss and then a boom as the spore exploded, and the rickety bones were scattered in pieces across the floor.

Roald fights the cold and the shivers, puts his sword point down in the ground and pushes himself upright. Only to stand eye to eyesocket with the skeleton. It too seems a bit ''off'' and is still recovering from Roald's push.
Think Roald, think, but his brain is working in slow motion. These are only bones, you KNOW all about bones
He remembers that the best way to sever bones is at the joints.
Roald goes down on one knee at the same moment the skeleton attacks. He swings his sword at knee height trying to deprive the skeleton from walking forever.

Alas, Roald's frozen muscles make him react far too slow to dodge the skeleton's attack. A Boney hand hits him in the head while he takes his swing.