Silas rolled his eyes as his advice about limiting illumination was quickly and decisively ignored by Kushiel. Which, predictably, resulted in them being seen by someone or something. And then subsequently attacked. By skeletons, no less.

This was going to be a long mission, it seemed.

Akoni reacted rather decisively, summoning up four walls of portals and wading unconcerned through the throng of skeletons, calling out that he was going to deal with the necromancers behind the skeletal mob. Silas moved to help him intercept- going after the skeletons would be an exercise in futility, considering the necromancers would just be able to keep raising them- but found his path blocked by more of the aforementioned skeletons, without an easy way to get around them like Akoni. He rolled his eyes, cleaving through a throng of skeletons with Pleiades, trying to break the bones into as many pieces as he could. They'd be harder to raise that way. He continued along this path, trying to carve a path through the horde, Pleiades' facets whirling around him in a controlled, deadly ballet. But for every skeleton he cut down, it seemed like two more took that one's place. Maddening, to say the least.

[color=goldenrod][i]How irksome. Perhaps it's time to escalate the situation?[/i][/color] 

He leapt back from the horde, opening up some distance between him and their clawing bony fingers, then concentrated briefly. Two golden runes traced themselves in the air in front of him, pointed at the mob. With a grim smile, Silas let out a piercing whistle, and in the next moment, his hounds burst forth out of their portals, manifesting in the mortal world. They surged forth, wreathed in fire and lightning, tearing a cross shape through the oncoming skeletons, rending some of the bones to dust from the force of their charge.

[color=goldenrod]"Kazfiel! Sraosha! Attend! Defensive formation!"[/color] The Angelic hounds dashed back to their master, taking up sides on either flank, jaws open wide and snarling as Silas dashed forward into the opening torn by his hounds' initial maneuver. The dogs assaulted any unfortunate skeleton that strayed too near, torn apart by the massive jaws of the hounds or dispatched with blasts of fire or crashing bolts of lightning. Silas grinned a feral smile.

[color=goldenrod][i]Well, now. This is more like it.[/i][/color] He moved forward, still not as fast as he'd like, but between Pleiades and his hounds, the horde didn't slow him down nearly so much as before. Finally, he broke out into a more open space, next to Akoni, just in time to see the corpses with bells summoning... whatever the hell that thing was. It was slow and lumbering, to be sure, but its mass seemed to spawn more skeletons wherever its tainted flesh touch. That was likely going to be problematic.

He dismissed Pleiades for now, drawing Polaris from its holster. While the thing wasn't unduly large, it still had enough weight to throw around that attacking up close was ill-advised, and Polaris had longer range. He turned to the mage next to him, taking aim at the too-perfect face of the abomination at the same time.

[color=goldenrod]"So, do we have a plan, besides, 'shoot it until it stops moving?'"[/color] He looked around, glancing at the bell-ringing corpses. [color=goldenrod]"Are those things the summoners, do you think? Will taking them out dismiss the bigger one?"[/color]