[@Sho Minazuki][@EnterTheHero][@Lmpkio]

For the most part, Akoni ignored the undead much as they ignored him. He was a tiny bit thankful to be honest. His personal turtle defense was not perfect; he could still be attacked from above, below, or at a diagonal angle, so enough skeletons could still swarm him. Impeding his search for the progenitors of the unholy undead would be most bothersome. The shining light of his holy compatriots proved itself to be a potent distraction, which provided the old mage with vital information. The skeletons ignored him in favor of the divine light. If their creators had a measure of control, no doubt they would direct the small army to provide at least some resistance against himself. That lead to a single conclusion: Once they were created and given a directive, the skeletons remained autonomous. Most valuable information indeed. 

Akoni focused on the search once more, reinvigorating his focus. His only clue to the whereabouts of the necromancers summoning these calcium constructs at current were the shadows at the far end of the hall when they had first entered, and now some ringing tone. A bell. Akoni smirked behind his barrier of gates then took off at a sprint in the direction of the bells. His gates dropped, his defense falling, but the wizard did not leave himself open for the creatures to attack. Akoni zoomed forward at speeds faster than most could even comprehend utilizing his Surge technique. Any skeletons in his path would no doubt be obliterated by the sheer force of momentum, while the sudden speed should, hopefully, catch his "hosts" off guard. Off guard enough to take out in only a second or two, Akoni theorized.