Bobby had already taken down more than ten enemies, more than he had in his twenty years as a gang member. The thrill of combat was gradually waning, and he began to feel physical fatigue, but Bobby believed he was far from reaching his limit.
A sudden scream behind him sent his heart plummeting into an ice pit—Undead creatures wouldn't make such sounds when killed. Bobby turned around in panic and saw a fellow Crusader holding his abdomen and falling to the ground. What killed him was a special Skeleton Warrior—unlike the other poorly equipped undead around, this skeleton wore well-maintained plank armor and wielded a dual-bladed battle axe that gleamed coldly. Its eyeless sockets burned with purple flames, which now turned to stare at Bobby.
