With Sword in the front and engaged with the skeleton's Andrea let out a light sigh, noting how she didnt head his warning. His eyes closed and lips parted, speaking in a foriegn tongue, or more like an alien tongue. It was the tongue of magic, a sceintific langauge to some but for him it was the language of his own personal power. His hands moved at the same time in a large circle in front of him as he visualized what he wanted to happen and as they came close he sweeped his hand forward in a 90 degree arc with his palm facing skyward as a slick liquid shot from his hand and covered the ground in front of Sword.<br/><br/>OOC: Andrea's going to hit as many skeletons as he can with a grease spell while still keeping Sword just on the edge of it<br/><br/>Roll Result: guardianangel98 rolled: 1d20, adding 3to the total<br/>Comment: initiative<br/>Result: 6,<br/>Total: 9