As they raced up the trees, the fire drew closer and closer, heating up the air around them and causing a great seam to arise from the fridged night. On the forest floor, a few figured slowly crept into vision, seeming to melt out of the shadows. And did they ever look like something born of a shadow. The were gaunt, pale humanoid figures, eyes black and dripping blood and skin tight and leathery. They brought with them the putrid smell of decaying flesh and infection, a lingering staleness in the air. The jaws of many hung from their mouths, held onto their skulls by mere strings of flesh cut into stomach turning smiles. They appeared as... corpses. The thunder in the distance finally arrived, and from the blue, out shot a black body, taking out one of the "creatures." After that, it was a torrent of darkly-colored wolves and men in armor storming the bodies that crawled, the pale ones forms seeming to burst on impact from their frailness. At the now rushing in skeleton creatures were launched every projectile imaginable, even the largest bowlders which seemed unmovable. Crushing with force so immense and dead, the bodies were quickly crushed behind the rocks, too void of life to even bounce back up. The large, unnatural appearing wolves leaped over the bodies, not once coming in contact with any of them. If one were to catch a paw and stumble, it seemed, for one reason or another, it would simply not get back up. Despite the advancing armada of wolves and soldiers and now even horses, the creatures advanced still, crawling along the ground and stumbling through the brush. But, even as the rest of the still standing army circled back, they seemed to halt in their tracks, backing up in timidy as a much greater, much larger force approached.

(Ugh, that was awful... Sorry you have to read my awfulness, Ell!))