[Pale_Horse]

Part 3 Cont.

Slowly it walks, the sword is heavy, so it drags behind. Turning the last corner arond the burning tavern, the skeleton views the barbarians. They are a huge mass of muscle, and skilled in a various weapons. The high quality armor is dirty from the long journey here, but their will is strong.
This undead takes another lumbered step, to find a green glow about it. Another helpful aura granted to the paladin, to aid in the fight against evil. Without thought, their is only impulse, to destroy the worriors. The impulse is gone, thanks to the axe that has split the skull in to.
Bones crumble to the ground, that skeleton is no more. Another two take its place. Darris, the least battled barb jumps into the air. His giant axes slice the second skeleton into triads. This action sets the rest in motion.
Nordax, furiously runs into the other remaining skeletons. Their is no hesitation, he lives for the fight. To die in battle is glorious, and an honor. While this is shared by all barbarian, many see this as a goal for Nordax. When in battle he gets crazed, swinging at anything and everything. In turn this only adds fuel to his inner fire. He is surrounded zombie, and skeleton alike. After the two skeletons have fell, a cry of war echos from him to all his companions. No fear resides within this body, he believes Death has no wishes for his soul. He is wrong. Wounds bleed from deep cuts from blades and bare hands. The toll is adding up for him, as he stubles. One blow from a zombie crushes the skull. Greymatter, rushes out from his ears. He is dead.
Mordok, the eldest of the barbarians engaged in battle, severs a zombie,at the waiste. As the body tilts then falls to the gound, he watches his fellow worrior fall, from behind it's body.
All appears slow for Zavier when in battle, when in actuality, it is he, that is faster then everything else. Easliy three monsters are dropped by his axe, soon to be four. From the corner of his eye, he sees Mordok, rotating and clearing a path to his man at arms.
Wirlwinding around the body, appendages begin to create a wall like barrier, but still the undead press on. These daemons pounce on him till their is no sign of his body, just a mound of unding flesh. A rumble starts to shake the ground. The mound splits with a shout from the verterian, all of the opposing forces scurry away, leaving time for the paladin and the other barbarians to regroup.
"Assassin where is ye!" Zavier shouts.
"Right next to you." She retorts.
Startled he flinches and raises his weapon slightly, only to regain his sences.
Mai begins to lay a perimiter of Death Sentry traps, and calls on her skills to create a living shadow that seemingly grows out from her own shadow.
Within feet from one another, Mordok, gives out another tremendous battle cry, which is followed by a normal order of combat to all combatants. Inpowering all to their peak of potental.
The ward wears off, and the horde comes back with a vengence. Lightning charges the bodies till they drop dead, then exploding them. A series of chained explosion takes out dozens of them. Still they press on.
They are engulfed by the dead, body parts are littered threwout from the leagon of daemons finally at peace. The numbers are still many that their in no noticable difference when hundreds die.
"Is their no end to this madness." yells Mai to Zavier.
One zombie lunges for her head, she blocks with crossed claws, twists her elbows in and decapitates it. The rest advance on her. Quickly a sucsession of kicks has them at bay just long enough for her to set another series of traps. Again the dead explode in droves.
Darris is overcome by the horde, his weapon long gone, he begins to punch his way out of the ocean of the evil. He is grabbed by a skeleton who remarkably has strength to rival his own from behind. Another grabs his right arm, and a third his left leg. Suspended in midair by the undead, he is helpless. The monster that has him from behind holds firm, as the skeleton on his leg pulls. Muscles are tense fighting against the strain, but still tendens pop, arteries burst, skin rips, and finally the leg and body are no longer one. Skeletons bathed in red, continue to dismember the barbarian, as zombie feed on his carcuss.
To add to thier problems a Shaman and its Kin finally make there way threw the dead. The miniture Kin do little damage alone, but when they attack in groups, the threat becomes worse.
Mordok cuts down one of these Kin, to only fid it reanimated seconds later by a Shaman. A second time, but still it gets right back up.
"You their, ye must lay your traps down by the Shamen" Mordok barks.
"I have a name you know!" Yells the Assassin with utter discuss.
"I bet ye do, but now is not the time. Do as I say woman, or we all die!"
Again traps are set, and three of the four Shamen die, only to be reanimated, by the remaining Shaman.
"That one is immune to my powers."
"Never send a woman to do thy work of men."The Barbarian jokes to Zavier.
In return, Mai sends a look to him, with daggers in her eyes. If any fear lay within Mordoks iron skin, he surely would be struck by terror.
He takes off with his wirlwind attack, heading toward the powerful Shawman. His unique warpike Ripguts, cuts threw the horde with ease. This magical weapon was a gift, granted to him by his father. Ripguts soaks up all lifeforce and energy from the attacker, and transfers it to Mordok, granting him a never ending supply of added life when in battle.
Finally with much effort, the mercinary reaches his target, but finds all Shamen ready for him. A continuous barrage of fireballs strike him from all sides. His own flesh begins to burn and blister, the pain only angers him.
This Shaman boss, is fast, it dodges an attack, but not fast enough, as Ripguts holds true to its name. The weapon pierces the stomach, but this monster just laughs. Mordok overwhelmed with rage, swings his warpike into the air, launching the Shawman over his head and past the other Shamen.
With his trusty pike in both hands once again, another wirlwind attack begins mowing down the other Shamen, and stops just short of the boss. With his right hand he swings the other end out, and turns slicing threw the midsection. At the final moment he after doing so, he jumps high into the air, and slashes down vertically with all his might. The body explodes on impact, knocking the mercenary backwards, almost loosing his footing.
A fantastic move, deserves to be commended, but their is no time, for the swarm still grows. As far as the eye can see, their is only death, and undead. No end in sight all fight on for survival.
Off in the distance both Zavier and Mai see a white and yellow glow moving towards them, the sound of death follows close behind.