Hadrian was content to leave the talking to Nepaket and the others. Even if he considered his vocabulary adequate, it was between Nepaket, that man she called mentalist and that strange elf. He was a soldier, not a diplomat.
Once the talks inevitably broke out into violence, he was ready. He drew his sword, immediately charging at two nearest enemies. One of the foes wielded a two-bladed axe, one that she used with practiced expertise and to great effect; catching Hadrian's weapon between steel and shaft whenever he attacked. Even once he changed his target and went after her club-wielding companion, she intervened. Such a well-practiced pair they were, with her intercepting any attacks and him pressing on the offense. He caught himself looking forward to the aftermath of the battle, where they would be raised to join the great army; the heat of battle making him forget.
He spied three more fighters closing in on him. It was time to end this. He charged forward, letting his sword be caught between the blades of her sword, moving into the range of the club. The man swung a fierce blow, aiming to crush his skull. Hadrian twisted his head to the side, to an angle that would break the neck of a living man. As the club landed on the armour, denting the steel, the soldier brought up his knee between his enemy's legs. The axe-wielder struggled to get her weapon free to cover for her ally, but failed. The skeleton hooked one leg around his and swung him to collide with her, sending both enemies flying. He pressed the advantage, charging after and striking with his sword when they could not recover.
An arrow whizzed through the air, finding the mark between the plates of his armour. It flew through, between the gaps in his illium, just to make a dent in the inner steel and clatter harmlessly down inside one solleret. The archer must have realized his mistake in firing upon a fleshless enemy, for he swore quietly and aimed at Nepaket instead. Hadrian doubted not that his companion could dodge an arrow in flight or strike it out of the air with her tail, but it went against the magic that moved him to let an attack on an ally go unintercepted. He picked the axe the woman was wielding off the ground and hurled it at the archer. He didn't exactly expect it to hit, just to keep the man from firing. It worked - he quickly ducked to avoid the blow. As he struggled to his feet, some of his comrades moved in to protect him. No matter - Hadrian faced worse odds before.