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[b][color=#FFD700]✦ Narrator ✦[/color][/b] [color=white][i]— "The careful eye sees what the reckless never live long enough to notice."[/i][/color]

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[color=#FFD700][b]Location:[/b][/color] North Ryke - Dungeon, Floor 1
[color=#FFD700][b]Time:[/b][/color] Early Morning
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The adventurers leapt into action.
Astra struck first. Her fist crashed into the clustered dead with a force that them apart. The smaller skeletons caught in her blows shattered into loose piles of bone that skittered across the chamber floor. Her second strike echoed just as violently, reducing another small cluster to ruin.

Talos surged forward, his massive frame colliding with the line of larger sentinels. His fist drove upward into the spear-wielding giant, the impact cracking ribs and forcing the creature back a half step…but not cleanly.

The sentinel twisted its weapon, deflecting part of the blow even as fractures spread across its frame.

Gunfire and steel followed.

Xian-Fu’s heavy blade came down like a guillotine, smashing another into the ground, before jumping back tactfully.

Percival’s canister shot tore through a group of lesser undead, blasting them apart in a spray of bone and rusted metal.

Then magic lit up the battlefield.

Taotie’s scattered bolts punched through several of the lesser skeletons, blasting them apart where they stood.

Silas followed, radiant energy flaring, his beams lanced toward the axe-wielding sentinel…but the lesser undead reacted.
Several skeletons hurled themselves into the path of the attack. The radiant magic struck them instead, and where it touched, bone did not simply break…it burned, disintegrating into ash.

Percival’s second shot rang out. The bullet screamed toward the staff-bearing sentinel and struck something invisible. 

A barrier. It flickered once, and then, gone.

Aster’s spirit arrow followed a heartbeat later. A streak of pale mana cut through the air. But as if defending it’s king, the sword wielding sentinel charged forward, deflecting the bolt into the ceiling with its bent sword.

For a moment, it seemed the party had gained ground. The chamber floor was littered with broken remains.
The staff-wielding sentinel raised its weapon high, faint runes along its length flickering to life. Pale energy seeped outward, crawling across the floor like mist.

Fragments trembled. Shards dragged themselves together. Skulls rolled, snapping back into place atop reforming spines.
One by one… the fallen rose again.

Not all. Where Silas’s radiant magic had burned, there was nothing left to assemble.

The three weapon-wielding sentinels formed a defensive perimeter around the caster while the lesser undead march forward. 

Seeing as Astra and Talos are the closest, the undead begin to swarm them, attempting to slow their path to any sentinels and claw at their skin and flesh.[hr][b][u]Summary[/u][/b]
1. Any small undead attacked were easily defeated, but are being reassembled by the staff-wielding sentinel, except the ones Silas hit.
2. Staff wielding sentinels arcane shield is gone, for now at least. 
3. Astra/Talos need an evasive action to not be swarmed.

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