Regdoc:
Regdoc grunted at the flailing and floundering, raising a congratulatory eyebrow at Brodd's devotion. With a bit of amusement twitching the scraggly beard of his long face, he presented his own holy symbol, the cardinal points of a wayfinder. "Keep swimming rotters, in the Name of He Who Wanders!"
OOC: Attempting to turn the skellies back at Brodd, swimming in circles as they avoid us both! Heh. Regdoc rolled 4 - Skellies turned.
The four skeletons closest to Regdoc swiftly turn away from the Wanderer's holy symbol, then quickly seize up when they find themselves facing Brodd's solar wheel again.
With nowhere to to turn, the bones rattle like they're in the back of a runaway donkey cart down a cliff and finally
P O P , skull, femurs, tibulas etc. flying everywhere!
[There are now three skeletons left]