<div align="center"><em>Tormented hero</em></div><hr/><br/>The bunched together pile of bones felt no pain but as its reconstructed body was attacked and old bones broke it seemed to falter in its step. Shattered forearms and hip bones cracked and splintered in many pieces. The armor seemed to float in the air, but as the damage became to much pieces of armor began to fall to the floor. The construct movements had slowed, as if the puppet master behind the spell was losing its grip on the creation.<br/><div align="center"><em>I will not die...kill me...</em></div>The spine of the warrior was shattered and with that the warrior feel to pieces in a pile of armor and shattered bone. The red orbs that had glowed in the chest of the skeletal warrior faded until they disappeared fully.  The rusty sword carried the emblem of Ares on its hilt, a sword long worn and used for many years ago. The chill in the forest lifted, the sounds that should have accompanied the surroundings did and once more Sarah was alone...