[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] The Cazt Mausoleum
[b][color=orange]Interactions:[/color][/b] [@HereComesTheSnow] [@VitaVitaAR] [@Rune_Alchemist]
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	Risky plays, here. Lein was all about the flashiest ways to win, but pushing ahead without the Lioness was risking playing into their opponent's hand. Eh. On the bright side, Lein did promise the Cazt heiress the head of the necromancer. 
	
	First, rotting corpses. Now skeletons. With no meat to chew, Lein was on the flat-foot here. Even if he was to shatter a bone or two with a well-placed arrow, he noted with a snarl of disappointment, the skeletons just decided to shamble toward them regardless, one less intact bone but with unremitting rigor. Mausoleum was the wrong play. Lein would've liked to quip something about having liked the dancing with live nobles than dead ones, if he wasn't already busy shielding himself from the fetid dust that blew back through him and dodging a stray blade that sliced the air just in front of him. Gah. Probably should keep the snarkiness in till he wasn't inhaling what would definitely rot his lungs.

	No magic to provide firepower, and Lein definitely had nothing comparable to the raw physique and apparent righteous rage that Gerard used to crush his way through the crackling bones. Even as he scavenged a stocky mace from one of the fallen skeletons (discarding the still twitching couple of finger bones clutching the handle), Lein would just have to take the fact that much of his tactics worked on much more lively, sentient enemies. Leave the glory up to his much more befitting companions. Lein mainly relied on pressing up close against the other knights, filling the space in-between their vanguard Gerard and Cecilia's distant fire with defensive swipes of the mace and careful arrows to shatter exposed kneecaps.

	As they whirled to face the new monstrosity, Lein took stock of the... creature. Corpses would often bloat as they rotted, but those bloats would be pus and blood. This one looked a lot more solid, somehow. Why a hood? None of their other challengers had anything to obscure their identity, and one of them proudly sported their Cazt blood. Was this one different? If nothing but a strike of terse curiosity, Lein lined up a shot directly against the place Lein guessed should be a skull. He waited up until Cecilia loosed her enchanted arrow, and chased after it with an arrow of his own.