The Kapa don’t stop coming. The Kapa won’t stop coming. The evil scourge must be purged. The skeletons, the evil human magic, already claimed five, maybe six of their brothers. They will chase them from their lands and kill the human responsible. That is the Kapa logic as they track the fleeing party of Skeletons.

“The murders and butchers must pay!” the Kapa shout as their boss’ shadow begins to loom large over the swamp.

From Greg’s perspective, all he hears is EXP.

NecroParty has gained 20 EXP.

NecroParty has gained 20 EXP.

NecroParty has gained 20 EXP.

NecroParty has gained 20 EXP.

NecroParty has gained 20 EXP.

NecroParty has gained 20 EXP.

NecorParty has gained-

Spears and nets fly. His leg has been destroyed and regenerated several times, and Greg has stabbed, slashed, and hacked at leathernecks for what seems like hours. Doug is knee-deep in blood and shells floating down lazy water as he Forward Thrusts at approaching Kapa, who seem to come in all directions. One inspired soldier stabs at Greg’s shoulder and removes his sword hand. Greg turns his neck, not his body, toward the source of danger and smiles. Smiles.

Greg aims his strike at the creature’s throat, falling backward, landing on the Kapa with his outstretched spear and biting down hard.

“AAAAAAAGRH!” the Kapa screams as he stumbles backward, trips, and falls into the waiting swamp water where he is submerged.

The other soldiers follow the sound of that particularly sharp scream, a sound that’s become so common as the battle raged. They see the water churn as the young soldier thrashes and fights the skeleton before the greenish-brown sickly water goes still.

“Did he win?” one soldier asks the three others assuming a flanking position.

“Who won?” a soldier named Mackie Matt replies.

“Our brother—” The soldier wants to finish but is met with a spear jutting out from the water, piercing his chin and exiting out through his brain.

NecroParty has gained 20 EXP.

The flanking soldiers have a moment to respond to Greg’s sudden appearance, but that moment passes, their lizard brains still focused on their dead fellow soldier and not—

Greg grabs the spear of the impaled Kapa and, with some quick thinking, does the unthinkable—

“Forward Thrust!”

—and lets go of the spear.

One poor Kapa only has enough time to ponder what that “whizzing” sound is before he is impaled, ear-through-ear, his neck snapping from the sheer force as his body goes limp—

NecroParty has gained 20 EXP.

Greg Skeleton Warrior has unlocked Range Mastery

—and his party members scream. Mackie Matt runs. His friend is in mid-charge when he realizes that his backup was running away screaming into the swamp.

“MATT!” the Kapa shouted before turning back to see Greg, the skeleton, with his sword held high, his bones green from the muck and slime, and his skull twisted in a murderous grin.

NecroParty has gained 20 EXP.