Swinging his halberd, Thalesin took out few of the accursed skeletons that lay before them, avoiding the few pathetic strikes they tried to land on him with his shield. When he had signed up on this journey he had suspected that they would come across trouble, though skeletons were an odd enemy to face unless someone wanted to stop them from their quest. Whoever might of summoned these skeletons though appeared to not be around and didn't think upon how large the group was. Shield raised he kept moving forward, deciding now to switch from halberd to crescent axe, seeing that the skeletons he had to worry about were scattered more then in a group and the axe allowed for faster strikes though it meant he had to get into closer range.
In some of his attacks though he got careless a near hit there or here, due to the fact he was undead. What did he have to fear from death? He would come back, though quite some distance behind the group, he would return undead and in need to regain humanity with an effigy of some form. Death was just a nuisance that tried to keep him from his path now, the only thing he would have to worry about would be going hollow, losing whatever sanity or hope he had left in his form and become a mindless husk, ready to kill anyone who may try to venture by him. Strangely in this realm the things he called human effigies were called humanities a difference he found curious when he got the chance to look in on how different this realm was from his own realm across the sea.