<span style="color: #00FF00">Seeing Skippy injured, Lysonna rushed in and pulled the Anithrope into the brush. He let out a squeak as his tail began pounding with pain in rythem with his heart. As she healed Skippy, Lysonna distractedly watched Nymeri take on the lead rider. She had finished long before she pulled her hands away from Skippy's healed tail.</span><br/><br/>"... you could do magic! That's amazing! Thank you so much for healing me, but now my tail feels cold. Why is that? Is there anything else you can do? I'd really love to see!" Skippy's questions continued, but he noticed that she had stopped listening again. He followed her gaze to the battle and watched as the lead rider fell to Nymeri's electrically embued sword. In the next moment, the rider vanished like a wisp of smoke.<br/><br/>"I guess you were right about the magic and element thing... So I guess, we're of no help in this battle," Skippy added, looking at the Elf.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Lysonna nodded absently. Her body had been tense, but relaxed now that the battle was over, and she released the breath that she hadn't even been aware that she had been holding. "Not exactly. We'll take out those freakish horses."</span><br/><br/>Skippy grinned from ear-to-ear. "Okay!" Before Lysonna could even start strategizing, the short Anithrope was out of the brush and heading straight for them.<br/><br/>Skippy unsheathed both of his swords, excited to fight, even if it was just the horses. The one that Lysonna and Black had attacked was still unmoving, and the fires had gone out. As he watched, the fur seemed to disappear, and his muscles, sinew, fat, and everything else decayed until only the bones were left.<br/><br/>Skippy stared at the horse skeleton for a moment longer before rushing to the attack. He ran to the nearest horse and rider, blocked the rider's sword, and stabbed the horse in the neck. Skippy didn't know much about horse anatomy, but he was pretty sure that the arteries couldn't be too much different. The horse bucked and shrieked. Obviously enraged and in pain. Skippy tired to reach for his short sword, still stuck in the horse's neck, but it was no use. The Anithrope jumped back to avoid being trampled by its fiery hooves as it continued to rear and buck.<br/><br/>An arrow embedded itself in the flank of the horse with a meaty thud. Then, another into it's shoulder. The horse fell and there was a muffled snap as it landed on the two arrows.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Lysonna muttered a curse in her own language. She had eighteen arrows left, but she had no idea when she would get the chance to replace them. To her satisfaction though, the horse began to quickly rot away just as the first one had. Until only bone remained.</span><br/><br/>Skippy retrieved his short sword from the fallen horse. He rose just in time to block the attack of the rider. "Little help?" he squeaked, knowing that his blade would do nothing against his spectral opponent.