The Wind Guard was made up of some of the best Awakeners in Eldermoor, a vicious mix of Fire Mages, Wind Mages, Wind Archers, Storm Knights, and other Classes who have learnt to battle by each other's sides for a long time.
Percival's Skeleton Soldiers were nothing of sorts. All they had was the command of their master and the zeal to accomplish it.
They collided with the Wind Guard and the battle began.
A heavily armored Elven Barbarian brought his massive two-handed battleaxe screaming down toward a Skeleton's skull.
The Skeleton pivoted fast on its right boot, twisted its body at the last second, and let the axe head slam harmlessly into the dirt. In the same smooth motion it thrust its broadsword upward in a tight arc, straight for the soft gap under the Elf's armpit.
It was perfect master-level Swordsman technique.
The Elf was simply too strong. His raw aura flared hot and knocked the blade aside like it was nothing.
