Lor'adal walks outside, preceding the skeletons. He quickly draws both of his very thin but quick blades and takes three quick swipes at the skeletons. Moments later, the skeletons slide apart in several pieces. He swipes so fast and sheaths his blade so fast, if you blinked you'd miss seeing his swords at all. It's impssible to tell what his swords looked like at this point. However, Lor'adal's hand is now bleeding (pure black blood).
Lor'adal walks back inside, "Thanks. Been awhile since I've drawn my weapons." Lor'adal's blood is dripping from his hand, however as soon as it leaves contact with his body it turns into smoke, and no blood ever hits the floor.