Yet to be named, pt44

'Look up!', He yelled, pointing upwards.

Shirral looked up, her face turning pale at the sight.

The robed undead, five in strength, were about to hit them. They were too fast to load Alvaren onto the saddle and flee. All that was left now was a desperate defence. She drew her dagger.

'Uh, do you want my sword?', Alvaren offered.

'Too slow, too heavy', she replied. 'You use it in case they come at you.'

That was all they had time for. The undead landed - or, well, stopped right over the ground - softly, their fiery eyes set at the living. A dagger and her reflexes against lightning fast claws coupled with deafening shrieks. And no combat experience with them, either. Do they even die when hit, like a normal skeleton?

They advanced at her, deathly grins matching with their intentions. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly backed off, closer to Alvaren.

The horse, as if it didn't realise they had company, was minding its own business by a tree next to him, oblivious to the impending danger.

Yet to be named, pt43

A day early but I won't be on the computer tomorrow. There. I'm responsible.

The horse trotted off the road onto the little clearing and stopped abruptly by a large rock at its far edge. Shirral got off the mount and helped Alvaren get back onto solid ground. He collapsed on the rock, sighing deeply in relief while lying down on it.

'I'm not saying we don't need a break', she pointed out, 'but this delaying us, and I can't say I'm feeling safe about staying here, particularly when you are wounded.'

'I'm well aware of that. But, again, I can't take it anymore. It just constantly hurt me for the past few hours.'

'That's bad. Is it getting better?', She asked, walking around the clearing.

'A little, yes. I don't like it, though.'

'I'm not surprised, really. You should have been more careful.'

'I didn't have much choice, alright?', He sighed in defeat and looked up into the sky.

It was mostly clear, with a few passing clouds and birds flying by on their way to wherever they were going. Bird-land. Or something.

...But why were they growing bigger? Rapidly? And closing in on them?

They were close enough to see tattered robes flapping about.