Karl rushed out of the dungeon core room. He said to Rook, "Prepare yourselves! There's a hostile force incoming from the lower floors!"
Rook nodded calmly. He shouted, "Men! Assume battle formations!"
The twelve skeletons tapped their spears in unison and chanted, "Awoooh! Awoooh! Awooh!" The sound was a rhythmic, rattling beat that seemed to vibrate through the very stone of the dungeon.
They moved to a distance away from the bridge, their formation flawless. Rook however, ran through the narrow bridge onto the other side, positioning himself between Karl as they stared at the dark pit below. Karl gulped waiting for the enemy to emerge.
Behind him, the orc brothers, Schalezusk and Simon, appeared. Schalezusk's massive battleaxe rested easily on his shoulder, his tusks curving into a predatory grin.
"Mr. Karl, what is the problem?" he rumbled, his voice a low bass.
