[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] Exploding Dead People [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	Keystone was a veteran combatant of the Undead. It wasn't by choice, the vast majority of the time, it just worked out that way. Be it the will of gods or other forces greater than himself (yes, those exist), or merely the result of random occurrences coupled with a general trend toward magically hijacking certified pre-owned bodies, Keystone spent the greater part of the past few years doing battle with the undead. Remarkably, and unlike most of his fellow combatants, he had survived. Needless to say, the large man had come into contact with many different types of formerly living opponents. But [i]this[/i] was new. 

	When the first one ran from the deeper woods, Keystone had the same prediction as the Orcs concerning the fate of the skeleton. The detonation, and subsequent felling of their greenskined allies, was shocking. His eyes widened as it all clicked into place. The first wave was [i]supposed[/i] to be easy. Now the defenders were in the open, more vulnerable to ...whatever these new threats were. When they began to assault en masse, his alarm turned into resolve. This opponent could not be beaten with his usual tactic of getting close and making them suffer with his superior melee skills. He would have to adjust.

	The moment that thought crossed his mind, Ntaj happened. Keystone suppressed the urge to facepalm. He was already debating burial or cremation, but forced himself to get his mind back to the veritable buttload of impending doom screaming at them. 

	So! Tactic change. Kyra had vaulted away, Sana was in good condition. Keystone planned to keep her that way, assuming that she would break out her archery skills presently. The least he could do was help clear the way. His hands, still energized from the dwarfcraft bracers on his forearms, produced kunai daggers from the bandoleer across his torso. 

	Keystone figured they would look quite fetching hurled into the first two skeletons that came within range. Considering his strength, he had some options. The third, action courtesy of his bracers, he held for an opportune moment. Let the games begin.