There were a dozen skeletons in all, and each of them had a weapon. Tattered scraps of armor and cloth hung from their bone frames. The black pits of their eye sockets flickered with greenish light.
"This is hardly a fair fight," she said, breath curling in the cold air. She pulled out her ax, holding it in front of her.
The skeletons rasped amongst themselves at the sight of it and stepped closer. One of them had an ancient bow. It took aim.
Magnus dropped her ax into the snow and pushed some of her glossy black hair over her shoulder with a grin. “Perhaps now you might stand a chance.”
One of the skeletons shrieked. They all charged.