Arao: Ancient Prison, Round 06

The skeletons swarmed over our exposed cleric. Guy was wounded trying to fend off the counterattacks. I moved to the back of the indisposed skeleton right at the top of the stairs, marking it with Pelor's brand, and intent on delivering a devastating blow.

"Hearts aflame... Holy Strike!" I swung my axe, and the skeleton barely had time to deflect my blow. Despite my ongoing lethargy, the axe bit and crushed some bone, sizzling streaks smoked from the radiant damage.

"Comrades, move forward to the platform!" I exhorted my companions. "Let's finish this skirmish now before more of us get hurt."