Rolling his shoulders, Nako checked himself over. He felt substantially better, that was for sure - though the bruising had yet to fade completely. But it was hard to complain, looking over the corpses of their attackers.. including the now shambling one of the dracotaur. Nako had mixed feeling son the subject; on one hand, it was putting to use an otherwise useless resource, on the other, it was somewhat demeaning to the dead. On the other, other hand, the dead were<span style="font-style: italic">dead</span>, and a corpse wasn't anymore one's ancestor than the blade they'd wielded.<br/><br/>On the other, other, other hand, zombies<span style="font-style: italic">stank</span>something fierce, given a day or two...<br/><br/>The sound of everyone rushing deeper into the temple jars Nako out his ruminations, and he hurries after them, one a few steps behind the skeletons as they enter the fray. The state of his companions when he arrives is, perhaps, a little distressing, but the gnoll remains confident that they can extricate them in time, assuming a defensive stance as he tries to decide on a target..<br/><br/>[Nako double-moves to reach the fight.]