Siege of Darkshire - Underground [PvP - Great]

[Skeletor]

Atelos and his personal squadron moved quickly to secure the newly opened tunnel. There had been no rush, no attacking forces that had spilled out of the open gash in the earth. He was still working though the details of Illidan’s plan of attack. The breach in the walls was unexpected, but a large number of the primes had moved to control the point, and Stormrage had not appeared to press the weak point. The Spartan was left to believe this was little more than a feint, meant to draw his attention away from the actual contest. This tunnel could have been the intended mode of attack. Although the hole he neared looked decidedly unplanned, so it seemed this stage as well was being handled. Illdian had still not made his presence known, and this alone left Atelos unsure of the battle ahead. Anyone who could rally a cadre of such evil to his banner was not one to take lightly.

Nearing the smoking crater Atelos motioned for his force spread out, though he hadn’t seen anything come out of the hole they needed to make sure the area was secure before they moved into the tunnel itself. As his men began to systematically sweep the street, bursting open doors, searching houses and Alleyways, Atelos stepped to the edge of the crater itself. The hole was large, almost 3 fathoms from edge to edge, and below he could see the broken wreckage of some metallic construction its metal reflecting the scattered torchlight that streamed down from above.

The Spartan’s attention was drawn to a nearby edge, where a hooded and blue-skinned warrior was slowly lifting himself over the ledge and into the street. With a sharp stride, Atelos placed himself directly in the invader’s path. “So you returned to face your demise.” The Spartan called, causing Skeletor’s head to jerk up wearily. The Warlock let loose an unhinged burst of laughter, staggering to his feet as he faced the Captain of Darkshire’s guards.

“Did you think I would allow you to make a fool out of me, Ro-Man?” Skeletor wheezed, raising one unsteady hand to point at the Spartan, “This is my triumphant return to GLORY!” The Overlord of evil shot a trio of weak and clumsy beams which deflected off of Atelos’s bronze shield and helmet. Skeletor swayed as he shook an angry fist at Darkshire’s defender, “Curse you, Ro-Man! You will not keep me from learning the Secrets of Castle GraySkull! Their power WILL be mine! Nyeheehee-cck!”

Skeletor’s laughter died in his non-existant throat as Atelos stepped forward, Spear thrust powerfully forward, piercing Skeletor just below the ribcage and tilting up through his lung. The Master of evil looked down in shock, jawbone slackened an agape as the bronze spearhead burst through his back. Atelos leaned forward as his foe stood still in shock, “You are mistaken, Monster. This is not Castle Grayskull. THIS is Darkshire.”

Atelos placed his foot on Skeletor’s chest, pushing the dying warlock off of his spear to fall back into the hole. The Necromancer's body landed with a sick thud against the unyielding stone and metal below. Atelos turned and called the rest of his men back from their searching.“Secure the tunnel and scour the rest of that rabble. Where there’s one prime there are likely others.” With that the Defender of Darkshire turned and headed back towards the walls. There were actual threats that needed his attention.

To quote Kelly, Skeletor "is the Ded."

With the drill halted, their leading prime slain and the arrival of Atelos's reserves (even without Atelos himself taking part) Illidan's forces in the tunnel will quickly rout/get rekt.
This avenue of attack has been successfully neutralized

Skeletor will respawn in the Nexus in seven days.