As Dain held Horsom's face above water, and Glom watched from above, Selanil swung at the skeletal thing again. (6 + 7 - 2 = 11) Unfortunately, the unliving thing was once more able to evade the scarred elf's blow.
The balefire in its eyes flickering from red to green, the thing snapped at Selanil with sharp teeth, raked at him with sharp claws. At least Selanil was able to use the spear to hold back the snapping jaws, but one claw again raked him (3 points damage).
By that time, Kregor had worked his way through the hidden masonry beneath the water, and stood poised for a mighty blow. As Selanil pushed the thing away, Kregor swung his sword with all his might. (4 + 8 - 2 + 2 = 12). Unfortunately, his blow missed.
I come, screamed the once-whispering voice in their minds. I come! Cast thyselves down in Despair!
There was a sound like scales scraping upon stone, and the whole edifice shook. Ripples formed across the vile, black-scummed water and small stones fell from the ceiling.
Seeing his chance, Selenil struck again at the undead thing. (10 + 7 - 2 + 2 = 17), His blow struck the thing, damaging it further yet (4 hp), though it did not fall. Furious, and heedless of danger as only the dead or the mindless can be, it redoubled its efforts against the elf. This time, it managed to latch on with its sharp teeth, drawing blood (7 hp damage). As it chewed upon his flesh, Selenil could hear it gurgling with delight. The thin tatters of flesh hanging off its bones, and the illusion of a once-living Esk warrior, seemed to grow stronger from feeding, though its broken ribs did not mend.
"Enough!" growled Kregor. He swung again, (3 + 8 -2 +2 = 11), but again, a combination of poor footing and the thing's evil intelligence prevented the blow from landing. The undead thing stepped away, Selanil's blood still on its water-rotted fangs.
