The paladn had truly hoped they would listen to his sound advice, but judging by the way he was soaring through the air again without the aid of a mount said otherwise. Raa had jousted before, in tournaments mostly. The three hundred pound orc in a hundred pounds of armor on a horse weighing another thousand pounds, facing off against another three hundred pound knight on a thousand pound horse and with two forces of thirteen hundred pounds each holding a lance that brought all that power to a single point...It hurt like hell getting struck, but it was a survivable blow.

 He had the benefit of the elemental's fist being so huge like a warhammer to spread out the damage instead of a spike. All the same, he was thoroughly uprooted from his intended stance and sent soaring into the skeletons. He had the idea, far more curiosity than the brilliant strategy, to ball up as he flew to attempt crashing through a waiting minion in hopes of crushing the bones under his own falling damage. If it worked, he could lash out with a free hand against the remaining skeleton meant to catch him, if they cradled him in their undead embrace, he would try to turn them again now that they were so much closer to his forceful personality.