Great, the lass kicks ass harder than I do, Indy thinks ruefully to himself, whist delivering a vicious sucker-punch that shatters the jaw of the next closest skeleton.

Well.

That was the plan. Actually, his fist sinks into what is most definitely modelling clay, and when he pulls his hand back, the skull comes with it. He shakes it free, chuckling. Well. Not quite what he had meant to do, but it worked!