“Really? Now you choose to loot the damned chest?”
Milano’s tail lashed behind him as he worked to keep up the barrier up. The skeletons were relentless buggers. Every time Milano cut one down two others seemed to form out of the dimly lit dungeon.
Sparks flashed as the skeleton’s weapons bounced off the barrier. The clattering of bones and clank of armor bounced around the stone walls. The poor ocelot’s ears were being just as assaulted as his spell was at this point.
“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” A voice came from behind the ocelot.
Island, down on his knees and completely oblivious to the battle raging behind him worked to get the lock on the chest undone. He inched every close to his prize knocking the tumblers into place one by one.
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Okay, I might have tested the artist with this one but I'm in love with how everything came out. Now he knows to charge more for skeleton designs, haha.
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