[i] Realizing that they were waiting on him, Michael shouted the one thing that made sense to him. [b]"Attack!"[/b]…Shoving both his hands forward, in the direction of the stranger, he launched his fireball forth, splitting his hands in a one hundred-eighty degree angle. The fireball cut the distance quickly, sparking along the way as the 2-foot thick sphere bursted along a collision course with the skeleton's core…As soon as the ball left Michael's hands; his companions began a charge on the skeleton. Two young men and two young women approached carrying umbrellas, beer bottles, and a knife used for flaying fish. [/i]

Skallagrim watched as the human known by the name, Michael Faraday shoved his hands forward in an action denoting an attack. As the hands reached the terminus of the man’s arm length Skallagrim was already in motion. Lunging forward in a sprint to cover the distance betwixt the two, as the fire formed and discharged from the extended hands of the human, Skallagrim slide into the sand with his left leg curled under him, the right leg out before him, the sword gripped tightly in his right. 

Feeling the expanding ball of heat race over his head, the Dreamer slammed his right fist with the hilt of the sword into the sand, flipped his wrist and swung up an expanding arc of sand towards the human’s face. The overt intent was clear; the sand would blind the man for a moment, even if meant he closed his eyes to avoid the silica from entering them, since natural human reactions often dictated humans blinked involuntarily to protect their eyes from perceived danger. Skallagrim expected from Michael Faraday this natural reaction.

The Aesr raced across his body, rippling with brilliant hues of amethyst and violet, casting an eerie light and defusing the black plate armor behind a shimmering mirage. Far above the skies peeled and thundered as forks of lightning danced among the clouds, illuminating the skies with silver-blue flashes of light that cast a grim pallor on the sand and the forms moving across it. 

The oncoming friends of the man, equipped with make shift weapons, bottles, a knife, an umbrella and one girl even grabbed her suntan lotion, perhaps in the hopes she might spray the skeletal Dreamer in the eyes?

They were upon the Dreamer in an instant having covered the distance just as Skallagrim had, their bodies surrounding him, shielding him as they pummeled with their makeshift weapons on the armored form. Rising as the first man, Sammy laid into him with a hefty piece of firewood, the blow struck the Dreamer on the left pauldron with a distinct bonk. 

An umbrella and a squirt of suntan lotion splashed across the shimmering energy that covered the skeletons form. Blow after blow rained on the armored form, all the while the skies above raged and peeled as thunder responded to the rips in the air left by the lightning. 

[b]“So be it Michael Faraday, you have sacrificed your friends…”[/b]