((Senna got a 21 on initiative, but she's pretty much not doing anything.  She has her crossbow loaded and ready, but she holds her action, since a crossbow won't be much good.  Also, Spot checks for the next five rounds; she's pretty much looking for any sort of extra ambushing fun that may come along.  9, 3, 6, 3, 8, after her -4 modifier.))<br/><br/>Senna sighs and watches what she hopes will be bloodless carnage while the two warriors rush in.  "Probably should have whipped up a few sledges.  Cutting bones ain't easy.  I'll 'ave to remember that at th' next stop."  She looks about, crossbow loaded and ready in case any fleshier targets try to interfere, though she isn't particularly worried.  After all, these skeletons are little more than dim, poorly-made machines as far as she's concerned.  No match for Fallon and Sword, if they're worth having aboard at all.<br/><br/>As Andrea conjures his oil slick, she scratches her head.  "Probably not even worth bothering, kid.  Better to save it for nastier fare than these dregs."