Among the frontliners was the Ingvarr. Undead, just what he had worried about. His grip on his spear tightened with one hand, but he knew all too well it wasn't too useful against these hallowed creatures of what was once flesh. Instead opting to raise his buckler shield more. Blunt objects would be better. A deep breathe in as he steeled his nerves. The calm and quiet aura he had exuded before switching. His stance shifted as well, the hand tightened around the spear.. throwing it down and raising up a gauntleted fist. Sure enough he started to engage with one of the sword wielding skeletons. Using the shield to block its blows as his steel covered fist harried it with  crushing strikes. Each one cracking more and more of his enemies structure, starting from the skeletons shoulder.