[h3][color=bedded][b][center][s]  Thomas Richard Harrison  [/s]
[i]FLESHY MEATSACK[/i][/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] Everyone Panic at the (Undead) Disco.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] The walking dead, Satilla, Satilla's new rather thin friends.[/indent][/center]

There were quite a few of them. Fortunately zero multiplied by ten thousand is still zero. And any number between zero and one really did help the odds, given that the Necromancer or whatever it was that controlled these undead ones could not summon an infinite number of undead. At which would violate several laws of arithmetomomancy regarding the use of indeterminate forms such as dividing an adjunction by nothing. Such a function could not be done in the world of arithmetomomancy, perhaps in the more dubious realm of Arithmancy, but definitely not in the art of using numerical spell studies. Violating such a law would cause a tear in the fabric of reality, or so it was hypothesized as no mere mortal was capable of producing such magic of that level. Expect when they hypothetically could do so by violating other laws of magic under certain hypothetical circumstances which were nothing less than the most ideal of ideal scenarios. Such as not having to deal with random skeletons swiping at your face when you're trying to jot down a few notes on the nature of the beast.

[color=bedded][i]Someone clearly never told you to never part a wizard from his spellbooks. But I'm not a wizard. I'm a Sorcerer.[/i][/color] Had Thomas not known better than to talk to an obvious puppetry, or at least that is what he guess given the nature of his observations, the boy might have attempted some ham-fisted witty banter. Every bit of heroism requires some amount of clever retort or catchphrase before or while doing an event changing action. At least those were the standards Master Wolfgang mentioned, never forget the catchphrase, and it's never too early to start thinking of one before your friends give you one that you'll despise for all your life. That said, what was that old man's catchphrase anyways? Right, back to the problems at hand. A skeleton is within melee range, swiping at Thomas in a sad attempt to kill or seriously injure him. Such attempts were clunky to say the least, given that Thomas was caught off guard and merely had his spellbook knocked of out his hands suggested either they thought he was a wizard who needed a spellbook to cast, or the finer controls of the puppeteer were lacking at this range.

Regardless, Thomas was in no way a melee combatant. His Sunlit spells at this range would strike them both, and Thomas was not particularly a masochist. As such nothing could be done about the Skeleton really, save for perhaps an attempt to withdraw to a decent distance to take cover, albeit not very helpful given the skeleton had legs. Thus perhaps it would be best to stand his ground and wait for the skeleton make the mistake of believing Thomas was easy food. A healing burst would suffice, but just to check his investments, maybe it would be best to help the party's healer. He did after all take a liking to her. Sort of. Maybe? It's complicated, but this was no time to play Southern Chivalry.


[color=bedded]"Satilla, Behind!"[/color] 

He was far enough from the frontlines to see Satilla being charged from behind. A rather dastardly affront to a lady to so eagerly romp towards her backside. Estimating the trajectory of the flanking skeleton, given the rate of its movements, and calculating the distance behind Satilla to clear her of his spell, Thomas lifted his right hand at the space roughly a yard (or at least what he estimated to be about a yard) behind her. Quill grasped between his thumb and forefinger pointed like a wand, blood rushing through his veins as the cosmos shined within him. His concentration taken away from the skeleton at his doorstep and focusing into the direction of his gesture.

May his gambit pay off, and may the skeleton be bathed in the light of day, incinerated by the strength of the celestial sun. He was probably going to regret this should his attempt fail, given the cost of such a spell would make it difficult for him to defend against another attack. Hopefully his observations and guesswork were enough to keep him alive. Maybe, if not he would expend his solar spell...