War on the Wasteland
When they engaged in battle, the youngsters’ weapons wreaked havoc on the creepy skeletons. Immediately, swords were blocked, spears were knocked aside, and the skulls, spines and limbs of the first wave of manic monsters that stood in their way flew up into the air in a fresh shower of sand and bones. Quickly, more of the corpses moved in to challenge them, eyes shining out of their sockets in the heat of battle with a fury that was terrifying. But they were spare ribs and body parts in seconds, smashed apart by the force of their young opponents’ weapons.
The skeletons didn’t appear to be having much luck elsewhere on the wasteland either. One of them was boldly battling on despite the loss of its head, swinging powerful blows with its sword this way and that, smashing into and finding fellow skeletal targets more often than not, creating chaos and panic amongst their already delicate defences. Some carried spears the wrong way round, and they were unwittingly sending the solid spiked ends into the skeletal soldiers to the rear of them, innocently cutting colleagues apart and separating limbs from bodies as they advanced in towards their young prey. Further ahead, another carrying a huge ball and chain took one turn too many and was soon out of control. Hundreds of skeletons hurried out of the way, hopping and dancing about to avoid being struck. For some it was a lucky escape, but for others it was not and the unforgiving big ball of solid steel smashed into large groups of them, exploding on contact, sending skeletons scattering everywhere across the wasteland in huge fountains of skulls and broken bones. In the end, it took quite some time for the monstrous attacker to stop spinning about, and finally when it did, the hapless skeleton found itself standing alone in a wide open circle that all others were trying desperately to avoid. But the skeletal army were not discouraged by this and they continued on with their attack. Despite the madness all about, they charged in with another wild assault, hundreds more of them immediately taking up the positions of those in front who had fallen, trooping mindlessly and foolishly into the range of their young opponents’ weapons.
Back and forth the battle raged, the air filled with the noise of metal clashing with metal and the streams of bones that clattered to the desert floor, sand and grit swirling in all directions. For the next few minutes, the young visitors to this wasteland were in full control, keeping the skeletons out of their way and pressing forward successfully. But the young group were hopelessly outnumbered and they soon found themselves completely surrounded. Weapons raised menacingly, eyes flaring in rage, the skeletal army closed in all around and it wasn’t long before they had their young prey pinned back to back. Their attack was relentless and they were now looking to catch them – any of them – off guard.
“There’s too many of them!”...