Michael's countenance fell as he watched the ball of flame fly over Skallagrim's skull, which caused him to fail to see the signs that led to him eating a bit of sand before reactively clenching his eyelids to a close. He coughed a bit as he spat sand-saturated saliva onto the ground before he frantically clawed the siliceous bits off of his upper face. Clubbing the sand out of his ears, he then heard the indistinct cries of his closest friends and the furious roar of the thunder from above.

Surrounded by Michael's friends, Skallagrim seemed to hiss, [B]"“So be it Michael Faraday, you have sacrificed your friends…”[/B]

He then widened his eyes, revealing a pair of bulging bloodshot orbs. Michael saw Skallagrim take a slight beating before he jumped into action. He pivoted backwards, grabbing his sword and shield from the sand, and then he began to charge Skallagrim, crossing approximately seven yards as fast as possible. His arcing feet shoveled pile after pile of sand out of their place as he trudged across the beach's surface. When he was close enough, he gave a final, climactic kick and launched a pile of sand into the skeleton's face, fully acknowledging that it may have no effect.

"Sammy! Guys!" he hollered as he was about two yards away. "Get back."

Then, Michael raised his sword to the sky, with his torch nested in the left pocket of his jeans and his shield resting, strapped over his forearm, he pulled the blade back over his shoulder, beginning to charge it full of fiery elemental energy. As he took his final step, he stood about three feet in front of Skallagrim, he pulled the blade forward from over his own shoulder. He carefully lined it up with Skallagrim's left shoulder, then he closed his eyes and winced. He was careful to keep his swing straight and steady, avoiding a possible outcome of a flail, and he poured all the muscle he had into the swing.