The skeleton-corpse was up first, he wasnt a shambling dumb zombie anymore but a vicious spirit weilding a dangerous blade, bent on revenge.
He was attempting his slash stab combo as he approached when suddenly the next step he too was slightly slower than the last, then the next step felt like a stepping into a pool of worm guts, he got 4 more steps, each more sluggish until he came to a stop, the immediate area was filled with smoke but the more intelligent skeleton spirit quickly deduced it was adhesive gel, used to catch mutuant sewer rats in some parts of city he once lived in. His attack was nearly abandoned until something very grusome happened. The corpse couldnt lift his feet out of the gel but his [i]feet[/i] were still the flesh feet of the man who was killed.....The skeleton with a whispery hiss [i]pulled his feet bones out of the flesh of the original corpse.[/i] The squelching was nausiating but it worked, with minor delay the skeleton was able to continue his attack because his spider like feet bones didn't have a wide enough area of impact to be properly trapped by the glue. Upon getting in range of the human who he could now see close range even with the smoke he slashed downwards at the left hip and thigh of the man with the still red-hot chaos blade.

Meanwhile Daxius in full swing saw his target envelop in a puff off billowing smokescreen, he knew that his swinging kick would be met with some sort of counter attack so he did his best to veer the swing to the right as much as he could but.......

[b]Squilch![/b]

...It didnt work, upon entering the smoke cloud were he knew the assasin was, he was impaled on his black steel sword which was being held out like a defensive spear barricade the sword had went through him....but not where the man probably intended. Because his swing was angled to D'Angelo's right and he veered to his own left last second, Daxius was 'impaled' just under his right armpit and the flesh just at the side of his chest, missing his ribcage but pierced straight through the skin. 

Daxius screamed in pain, his cat like howl was guttural and low with a demonic undertone, blood sprayed from the wound and was covering the  floor beneath them. Daxius wasnt sure if he would survive such a wound, the blood was leaking fairly quickly. His right arm was now inches in front of the assasin, Daxius with a painful roar swung his arm around the man who was next to him in an attempt to grab him with his vicious superhuman strength, feline quickness and demonic grip, and turn his head to sink his fangs into the man's collarbone and lowerneck and attempt to tear out his throat or as much flesh as he could bite into while not letting him go.