[b][h2][color=889194]Captain Argus Fellborn[/color][/h2][/b]
Argus' failure to establish any control over his old crew was rather disheartening.  For his magic to have diminished so far that he couldn't even control a single skeleton, it cut him deeper than the incoming sword could hope to.  He could have parried or avoided the blow, but the shock of his powerlessness had blindsided him.  It was thanks to Cynthia's intervention that prevented him from being wounded, her spear literally disarming the skeleton.

Her elaboration of the situation came as a shock- these skeletons were now under someone else's control, someone that Argus couldn't hope to beat in his newly resurrected state.  On the other hand, it was something of a relief to know that his magic wasn't entirely useless- just not effective enough to override this unknown adversary's own power.  Furthermore, news of this foe gave Argus something else- a motivation.  For his very brief existence from his resurrection until this point, he had been letting the current carry him, but now he had a reason to do it, to go along with the Violet Witch's machinations in hopes of the promised reward.  However long it would take, he would aspire to regain his strength and rebuild his arsenal, until he had the power to challenge the skeletons' new master.

[color=889194]"So they serve another now,"[/color] he responded to Cynthia, picking up the sword.  [color=889194]"Very well.  I'll send them all back to the deep!"[/color]  He thrust his sword into the skeleton's ribcage, and used it as leverage to throw the undead into one of its fellows.  He then charged the nearest skeletons still standing, swinging his newly obtained sword with intent to dismember or decapitate.  Perhaps he had some twinges of pointless sentiment, but he needed to put them down.  Undead minions were all more or less the same, and he could always mend them later, if it was really [i]that[/i] important to him.

[@Rune_Alchemist]