[h1][center][color=gray]Moros Vorsickle[/color][/center][/h1] 
 
Moros paused momentarily at the feeling off something on his back, then grunted in alarm as the weight suddenly multiplied. He fell forward, rolling on the ground and hurling the nasty skeleton on his back off him. It only flew through the air for a second before a hard metal ball smashed into its skull. Moros reassessed the battlefield now that the immediate threats were gone. The Skeletons were thinning out somewhat, but that may just be them dispersing. A thought from Lefay alerted him to the presence of them chasing the fleeing spectators, as well as those that had managed to get outside the colosseum all together and were descending upon the town. He didn't think he could any good against the dragon, nor help the song knight assaulted on his own hulking familiar. With a nod to Lefay, she quickly slithered out of the arena to begin destroying those outside. Once finished she would work her way in and begin the same task as Moros, finally if they ran out of skeletons, she would reunite with him. Moros, now befreit of his sprit, headed to one of the colosseum escapes that he could see the tail end of several skeletons in it. The effectiveness of these masses of skeletons was highly vexing, just how many of those sheets did she have anyway?