Akyasha had finished cleaning up the skeletons on the stairway up to where they were on the gate.  Good.  Still, there were plenty of the buggers left to clean up.  The others seemed to have the big enemy under control.  She couldn't expect Dragan to keep absolute authority on the battlefield with his command over the lesser undead, especially not whilst their powers were diminished and doubly so while fighting that monstrosity at the moment.  Instead, she would just clear the field of hostiles.  This was what she had always done, though she doesn't have her divine creatures of Ichor to assist at the moment.

With the tight space behind her as she stepped down to the ground level, she changed the shape of her Blood Weapon from the two heavy maces into one great-axe as she charged into the fray where Dragan's forces were fighting.  She made a powerful leap into the obvious group of enemies, landing the axehead down on some poor skeleton.  After recovering from the recoil of slamming into the ground, she hefted the axe up above her before swiping it across a number of enemies to give herself some room.  She hummed some prayer to herself as she swung left and right, having little problems taking care of skeletons, or, really fragile enemies in general.  She had no problem keeping up her pace at the moment, she just hoped the others would be fine taking care of the Paladin.