The world still spun about him as Skall tried to stagger back to his feet. His brow has split in the brawl on the stone floor beneath him and from the wound a curtain crimson blood obscured his vision. He fell back onto one knee, supporting his prodigious weight with one great meaty fist. His other hand reached around blindly, searching for his fallen battle axe. The floor was cold but for where his own blood splattered across it. Skall's fingertips brushed over the remains of the Draugr he had just slain, the dry sweet rotten odour of the body mixed with the metallic scent of blood has he drew his laboured breaths. Life and death was mixing in his lungs. After what seemed like an eternity, his fist closed around the rough wooden haft of the fallen great axe.  

His forearm came up to wipe the blood away from his eyes, they stung as he did so. Skall could see again properly, and what he saw lifted his spirits. The Draugr had mostly been dealt with, only three remained clustered in the centre, one of which was clearly already injured. Everyone still seemed to be alive. Skall felt more relieved about that than he should have, after all he hardly knew these adventurers. Perhaps it was latent guilt from being the one responsible for this mess. Perhaps it was because he was drunker than he had realised. Skall didn't know, and didn't care, they were alive and winning, that was all that counted.

"Attack!" The order from Hector rang out as the cat darted in and slew one of the smaller foes with a swift swing of her mace. In the chaos of his own scuffle Skall hadn't had a chance to see how the others had fought, but now he saw that she moved well as she sprinted forward again. Hector looked redoubtable behind his shield and the two Elves were rushing in to strike both high and low. 

Skall was too far out to be of any use that moment but nonetheless he found his feet and lumbered into position surrounding the the two remaining Draugr. He raised his axe into a guard position and planted his feet as solidly as he could with his spinning and throbbing head. He thought he might be a little concussed after using his skull as a battering ram. His massive bicep was cut also, but it did not hinder him in any perceptible way.

He would hang back for now, even though it might not be the most heroic thing to do. But if that thing was still alive after the others had at it, then his axe would take its stinking head off of its shoulders. The thought of doing so made his mouth spread into a broad grin. He snorted through his nose and a globulet of congealing blood came out, but Skall didn't care. He was alive, and by the Divines, they were about to win!