[hr][hr][center][h2][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Woods North of Salarn, Orc Encampment, Evening of Day Three [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With: [/color] Undead Melee [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	The entire concept around camping as a group, sharing watches as a group, and fighting as a group was, in Keystone's mind, the very reason that they should have stayed together - as a group. Perhaps this is why he found the concept of Kyra and Sana rushing forward to meet their enemy, [i]away from the group[/i], a little unsettling. Of course, he found himself giving more concern to Sana, for some reason. She was an archer, with some ability as a spellcaster (from what he had personally witnessed previously). In his experience, archers and mages did not do extraordinarily well when engaging their opponents up close and personal. 

	Not that Sana couldn't handle herself. But for some reason, his protective instincts were screaming alarms in his head. The two women had placed themselves between a wall of six skeletons and the rest of the group. An entire, intact skelly cow, horns and all, stood on the other side of them, looking to attack. Perhaps the women plus Kyra's young Dire Wolf had this under control. It seemed very plausible. After all, Keystone had fought skeletons before. They weren't particularly tough opponents, forming the bread-and-butter of an undead army's troops, generally. Those, and slower moving zombies.

	With skeletons, one decent hit and he could disarticulate the lifeless bastards. It was one of the reasons his unarmed skill set was trained along the paths of Iron Fist and Chi'i Attacks. This is pretty much what he did now, whether he liked it or not. Also whether he liked it or not, Keystone was much more of a Monk than a Brawler, at least anymore. With that in mind, he looked over his situation, instantly getting a read of it. 

	Six skeletons, and including himself three competent warriors. One of them was naked, but they'd discuss that later. A healer who he really hoped would stay to the back, a spellcaster who looked to be... Ok, he had no idea, but Keystone wasn't usually brought along because of his intricate knowledge of the Arcane Arts. And somewhat surprisingly, Miss Sleepyhead had gone and altered her form into a crocodile. A [i]crocodile[/i]. Really. Keystone had seen them before, in his travels. Smart advice had him giving them a wide berth, particularly because of that tail. Lots of ouch involved. But he was digressing. Three competent warriors and a crocodile against six skeletons. Even if it was just him vs. the Bone Brigade here, the smart money was on him. 

	Time to go to work.

	Keystone didn't have much in the way of time to ready anything. Against this kind of opponent, he didn't need much. Hands curled into fists as his legs kicked his body into a low, crouching position, and training took over immediately. His first flurry of attacks was led off with a rising uppercut, pressing his weight and power into a devastating initial blow. The goal was to divvy out as much blunt trauma in the form of bone-crunching knuckle and palm heel strikes, taking down as many as possible in the shortest time. He had to get to Sana. But he had to eliminate the present threat first. 

	Damned kiss. It was starting to cloud his judgement.