The Necessity of Travel

"What-" Brother Irwin breaks mid-prayer when he sees the dead move. "Get back, closer to the gates," he warns the others.

Johnsan takes a moment to further exmaine the weaponry on the corpses. He picks up what looks like a cross bow, but notices that it has multiple srrows knocked into it at the same time- some kind of pre-loading mechanism? If he is correct, you might be able to load several arrows at once, eliminating the time needed to reload.

Wondering how far the arrows can go, he aims one as the far wall and pressed the button on the weapon. An arrow springs out faster than a bow could shoot and smashes into the rock, shattering. With a grin, he says, "I think I like these."

Oxana pulls out her hammer and readies her shield. She does as she did with the lizards and she slams the undead creature into the ground with the shield and hammers it as hard as she can.

"How, how does it move? This should not be possible." She says it even as she pulls out her own weapon and joins Oxana in the fray. It still felt unfair that the dead could rise even as their village was dying. Was the world to become all walking corpses then? Surely this was not what was meant to be?

"I don't know," Oxana says trying to tie the skeleton up with her sheild, "right now I'm less concerned by the how and more by the, can we kill it again?"

Johnsan takes out his weapon and aims at the thing. "I guess now is a good time to try this out!"

Oxana groans pulling herself upright. "That really hurt but not so much any more." She reaches over and touches her side and comes back with a handful of blood. "That can't be good." She groans dropping her shield and doing her best to get a look at her injured side.

"Oh gods that is a lot of blood." She says before whispering off a quick prayer to the spirits that guide fools and the adventuresome.

Her keen mind was her ally today and as the sword came at her and she felt she knew exactly where the skeleton was about to strike. She just needed to move out of the way by a little bit. A step out of line and the sword woodshed past her though it did prevent her from attacking the thing.

"That..." Brother Irwin shakes his head. "I don't know what that was." He takes in the number of dead remaining. So many. "Oxana, Tatianna, Johnsan." The scribe comes to a decision and swallows before he continues. "Be ready to run? I will say a prayer for all of the dead together. Maybe... maybe that won't wake any of them."

"I'm ready to blast, just give the cue!" Johnson tenses in preparation for sprinting.

Oxana winces doing her best to staunch the blood flowing from her side. She nods after bunching up some cloth and tying it off haphazardly.

She nods pulling he sword back out. "Do what you must." Oxana says while whispering her own prayer to the fae and the elder gods that they grant them safe passage.

"You're hurt," Brother Irwin says, brow furrowing. He hesitates, uncertain what to do now at the sight of Oxana's blood. "Maybe we should get you out of here first...?"

Oxana winces and does her best to smile at Brother Irwin, "I'm fine." She says straightening up and instantly regretting it. "You should see the other guy." Oxana says, "He's way worse than me."

"I wouldn't mind a rest in a bit but we're just back through there, through the dragons lair and up the well and we're out." She says pointing at the crack in the wall were the stone was shattered.

Be ready to flee ... just in case this goes utterly sideways.