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> Shout Aers and charge with the spear you have in hand, using wind and Arx together to stagger and bash the skeletons to pieces.
No roll, because I can’t think of a way for this to go wrong, apparently skeletons are actually quite light.
“<span class="mu-b">Arx. Arx.</span>” Keeping the calm in her voice, keeping the shout locked inside, was tough. Spears shot up as the skeletons closed in, driving them a couple steps back. The fourth smoke symbol lingered in the air for a moment longer. She had wanted to preserve mana, use it for something else later but that wasn’t really an option anymore, and besides she had felt the unexpected lightness of the old bones when Arx had knocked them back.
“<span class="mu-g">Aers!</span>” The wind struck her back, almost staggering her, the current whipping the grass, sending bits of dirt flying, the skeletons leaning into it almost immediately. She whipped it up in a scythe at the smoke symbol, neatly ripping it in half, then splitting the currents and pushing the two halves apart. She had half a glimpse of the symbol twisting and writhing before the skeletons were on her, swinging wildly with chunks of rotting wood. She leaned back and brought the wind back down in a narrow tunnel in front of her, staggering all three skeletons backwards at once.
A skeleton was menacing, especially in a group, until Mel realized that a skeleton was just a fraction of a person. A fraction of a person, with a fraction of the weight. She bulled forward, snatching a spear from the ground, wind roaring in front of her and slammed into the first skeleton, knocking it to the ground, and followed up with a foot into its fragile skull. She turned shooting the wind out first, then back, closing the distance as the two skeletons were jerked around. “<span class="mu-b">Arx. Arx.</span>” Spears of ice shot up between the ribs of the skeletons, pinning them to the ground. Mel twisted back and swung hard with the spear in her hands, sending first one, then two skulls flying through the air.
She turned toward the black stone and casually obliterated the last smoke symbol. The two pinned headless skeletons crumpled abruptly, bones losing cohesion and reducing to heaps. Mel turned, watching the field, waiting, as her heart hammered, only Arx’s sheer cold keeping her hands from sweating. Looks like that was it. She exhaled and returned to the black stone, what was this thing? And why had it been thrown, apparently at her?
