<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dZPI7u2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zelthos<br/><strong>HP:</strong>3/19 |<strong>AC:</strong>17 |<strong>Temporary HP:</strong>11/13<br/><strong>Spell Slots:</strong>1st level: 0<br/><strong>Spell-Like Abilities:</strong>7/8 Summon Monster I (Standard Action)<br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>Eidolon Form<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Zelthos had been getting more and more on edge, it was true. In fact, it was turning him downright rude, something that would probably mortify him if one were to confront him with it. He was a nobleman! Of terrible, cursed lineage, yes, but a noble all the same. Nobles had to maintain certain decour and behavior no matter the awful things they faced. Mayhaps it was both the situation and being so close to passing out while within his monstrous Eidolon, but that wasn't an excuse. Nothing could excuse such behavior fully. Or maybe, something deep and dark within him had not sensed something alike to itself... But rather...<em>competition.</em><br/><br/>All hells broke open once more, now. Ming's warning rang out loud and clear! Undead, but... not the normal kind. Not the kind animated by pure negative energy, like at his father's castle, be it the guards or the ones he learned swordsmanship against. Zelthos felt himself hissing in response to his eyes cutting through the dark and seeing them in greyscale at first, but once the light flared up and he could spot the details, his his became louder. These were true abominations! Gripping his falchion tightly, he took a reaching step forward, but couldn't reach the enemy as quickly or efficiently as Khan, who had thrown one enemy clear to the ground. Instead, Zelthos raised his blade next to his head, in what at first looked like a defensive stance, but was actually him preparing to violently lash out against the first foe that he could reach - he doubted the moment of surprise would last until he could strike normally.<br/><br/><strong>"Good hit! I'll back you up!" </strong>Zelthos called out to Khan, so they could hopefully coordinate well and tear down these opponents, no matter how tough.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">dice</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative of 7. 5 ft step forward. Standard Action: Prepare to strike first enemy coming into range!</div></div>