[center]Ananda 
HP [color=f7976a]100[/color] MP [color=6ecff6]24/50[/color][/center]

The injured soldier's scream set Nanda on edge. Almost by instinct, she casted [b]Fleeting Steps[/b] on herself, then soundlessly made her way around the group, taking a good measure of the dungeon's entrance. When the undead appeared, she was somewhat closer to the entrance than anyone ought to be. Fortunately the monsters more concerned with with attacking the nearest bulky adventurer than a particularly sneaky rogue. 

Nanda considered a sneak attack, but as the undead crashed and pushed back the bulky adventurer, she discarded it as a bad idea. Instead she focused on the adventurer, Arton. His muscles should be able to hold on harder than that, could they? Wordlessly, Nanda spoke to his [b]Strength[/b], convincing them that they're stronger than they seemed ([b]Fool Sense +2[/b]).

[i]"These are Undead soldiers. They have magic resistance. USE FIRE!!!"[/i] said the boy all of a sudden. 

"Kid, you're not making sense," Nanda muttered. "They have magic resistance so we ought to use magic?"