Durin side-stepped the ice spikes, feeling a bit self-satisfied that his bad idea actually paid off a bit. Unfortunately, he was now out of both a spear and his knife. Durin liked that knife. Well at least he still had his hatchet handy. Durin draws his axe and looks over towards the bar. Was it still on fire? Then he looked around at the town in general. Were there still flaming skeletons attacking everyone? He got a bit overly absorbed in the hunt and fight. It got his blood pumping again, he felt more alive than he had for awhile. The past couple of years had been too sedentary.