Skeleton Attack

“Here they come,” Dorian snarled. He swung his broadsword over his right shoulder, holding his shield in front of him, his huge biceps flexing, his eyes looking down the slope at the lines of advancing skeletons, sweat from his brow running down his front and making blotches on his leather armour.

It wasn’t a normal army. No flesh, just bones, as all the animated skeletons lumbered up the grass covered slope to the waiting army. They came on, stumbling, like drunken sailors, hundreds of them, perhaps thousands. .....