Mihai'en was taken aback, not having noticed the elf beforehand.

"Aye. Whatever you say," he said, not even bothering to hide the worry on his face. He bowed his head. "May Gwenneth be with ye." 

He fought against the skeletons as best he could, but it was clear enough that he was only marginally good as a fighter. He hit the creatures often, but ineffectually. Forgoing his pithy experience and training, he returned to the very basics of swordplay: hit stuck 'em with the pointy end. 

Sadly, it was all he could do to keep them at bay, being outnumbered as he was. That first skeleton seemed more of a fluke than an actual indication of Mihai'en's skill at this point, as it was clear that he would need assistance, else he should be overrun.