He was completely
paralyzed with fear. He didn’t even flinch until they were just a few steps
away. Instinct won over feelings. He shifted his weight and put his sword-hand
ahead, ready to fight the undead.
The leading skeleton
performed a powerful but slow overhead swing. With a single swift step, the
rider dodged the attack and executed a swift slash at the skeleton’s rib cage.
Upon contact with the
blade, the bones cracked and spilled onto the ground. The axe landed with a
thud.
The man had no time
for celebration. He found himself between his two remaining opponents. Using
their slowness to his advantage, the man hurled himself into one of them. He
parried the axe and grabbed its hilt with his free hand. For a moment, his eyes
were level with the skeleton’s.
Being able to see through someone’s eyes into their skull
is at least disturbing. The fixed expression made him stop for a moment. The
rush of adrenaline took over again, though. He pulled at the axe and punched
the undead under the chin with his fist. The skull jerked up and the skeleton
fell into pieces.
With a bruised hand
and the old axe in the other, the rider turned around and threw the hijacked
weapon right in the last skeleton’s chest. The hit pushed it back and it
dropped to the ground, once again still and life-less.
The man, standing
between three piles of bones, breathed heavily. He looked around the
quickly-darkening forest in search of more targets, but he couldn’t see or hear
anything. With a big sigh, he sheathed his sword and continued his journey.
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