<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr/><br/>Sarah stopped in her tracks when she heard the voice. It was in her head, that much she knew. There was no echo among the trees, so whatever it was, was speaking into her mind. The red, eye like orbs flickered in front of her and she brought her spear up, ready to defend herself. This is what she wanted. She wanted to fight. To take her mind off of the camp and to relieve her frustration, "Screw you," she said as it told her to leave this place.<br/><br/>The spirit appeared before her and she tensed up as it charged. This wasn't her first encounter with something undead, but that didn't make it any easier. Spirits and such were meant to stay in the Underworld. It was unnatural that they should be allowed to rise. Sarah was not foolish enough to try and attack when it came at her. It would be a waste of energy to do so, but the image in put in her mind was one that made her ill. This creature had not been a monster when it was killed. Two campers must of got into a fight out here, possibly driven to fight out of a maddness that the forest created, and one had been left to die and rot. Not a fitting end to a warrior.<br/><br/>The images faded and she stood straighter, the air getting colder around her. Dark magic. Sarah took a deep breath and watched a cloud form in front of her mouth as she exhaled. The ground shook for a bit and she watched the bone and the shield, waiting for something to happen, "Not scared to fight a girl, are you?" she smirked. Taunting an undead warrior wasn't very effective, but it made her feel better.