<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr/><br/>Sarah growled a little as it said that he would kill her. That someone would control her. That a man would control her. The only man she'd ever bowed down to was her father. Then again, very few didn't bow down when the God of War demanded them to. She was not going to take being 'talked' to like that lightly, even by a skeleton, "Oh please. I'd like to see any man try to control me. Much less some weakling that can't fight me himself and sends freaks like you to do his fighting," she smirked as she dodged most of his wild swings, "Is that the best you can do?"<br/><br/>The daughter of Ares got her answer when it slammed it's shield into her chest. She slid back several feet. In the morning she'd likely have a large bruise on her chest from that hit. The creature had managed to put her off balance and she was forced to keep stepping backwards through the trees and dirt. She raised her spear up to block it's attacks. It only managed to give her one good gash on her forearm with a lucky swipe, but most of her other cuts were being created by the trees and bushes she was walking through.<br/><br/>Hissing with pain as she turned her injured arm around, she thrust her spear out and watched it slide through a hole in the rusted armor and straight through the empty rib cage. Fat lot of good that did her. She yanked it back out, ducking out of the way of the shield that swung down at her head. Her spear managed to pull out a few of the moldy ribs as it came out and she coughed a little after inhaling a little bit of bone dust, "Uck...nasty..." she'd be scrubbing her mouth out for a month after that. She spit as she made a mad dash between the creature's legs.<br/><br/>Even if it was undead and couldn't feel pain, it still had a basic anatomy. It couldn't do much cut in half. Sarah swung her spear into the space between the rib cage and pelvic bone, attempting to use the strength in her good arm to crack the spine in half.