<div align="center"><em>Tormented hero/camper</em></div><br/><div align="center"><em>He controls me...he will control you...you will not be his first nor last...</em></div>The voice sounded as if the person's essence had been tortured for decades, weak and flickering of life as if it was made to suffer until it could find freedom. The armored skeleton moved as if some diabolical puppeteer pulled invisible strings. No true finesse, as the magic weaving it together was not as effective as sinew and tendon. But one strike was all it needed, one hit to cleave a foolish demigod in half and leave her to rot to join this "weavers" ranks. The armored skeletal warrior charged, shield out and ready to bash, sword in hand to follow it up with a wide arcing swing of the blade.<br/><div align="center"><em>I will kill you...</em></div>A new tone was taken by the tormented soul, fighting with a zeal that came from not caring what happened physically to the body. Hacks and slashes made by the rusty sword, forming a pattern before the attack pattern swapped around and the shield slammed so hard into Sarah she was forced to step back, forced to weave in and out of the soft earth and the moss covered trees. The creature fought as a child of Ares would, swinging and participating in glorious battle as if it wanted to have its last honorable battle, again and again, for eternity...<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/>(Feel free to rough him up, there is a way for him to be defeated but you need to find out  >:))