"That's silly, tiny Nem person!  Skeletons don't get up and walk like that!" Jolokia crossed her arms and nodded sagely.  "[i]Technically[/i] they're Skellingtons.  Otherwise they wouldn't be walking."

The Masalan knew she wasn't exactly the sharpest sword in the armoury, but her swordmaster had made sure to try and teach her at least something other than how to hit things with a sharp chunk of metal.  One of the few things that had actually stuck was proper terminology, and thus she was reasonably sure that skeletons were just piles of dead bones, whilst the undead monster form of them were specifically called Skellingtons.  Then again, her swordmaster also claimed that she'd met the founder of Asteri, fought an epic duel against the Dreadmaster herself, and that goblins kept sabotaging her cooking, so anything she said should probably have been taken with a pinch of salt.

Unfortunately, Jolokia was too naive and, well, stupid to do so.

"But anyways, um... Quick is my middle name!  Well, not really, I don't really have a [i]middle[/i] name but um... Um..." It took a moment for her brain to get back into gear.  "...[i]Charge![/i]  Raaaaah!"

And with that, a green blur sped past Arufi, and in what seemed like the time it took for the Nem to blink five of the Skellingtons had already been reduced to a pile of lifeless bones on the ground.  It didn't take long for the others to start moving, and as one raised its sword to strike Jolokia a flash of gleaming steel cleaved its way straight through the rusty weapon... And the Skellington's ribcage, causing it too to crumble, the undead creature now simply being dead-dead.  But now, several more of the undead began surrounding Jolokia, seven in total, their corroded weaponry raised with malicious intent...