Ben's eyes darted across the battlefield—it was already over. The skeleton stood no change agains them. 'So weak, does the ravager not that strong when the owne is alive?' But than ben rembemr the conenctio nbetwen the ruin and the place owner,' prbobaly teh trap jsut run out of mana, than it all maek sesne.'
The Krell had picked apart the skeletons like scavengers tearing through a corpse. Even the armored ones, the ones that had seemed tough at first, were nothing more than piles of shattered bones now. But this is strenght of f the trap one year after with no maintance. Ben face darkened as he start considering how strong they're on their prim.
One last skeleton rushed at him, its spear thrusting forward—Ben didn't even loop up. He caught the shaft mid-air, yanked the skeleton toward him, and drove his hammer into its chest with enough force to send cracks racing through the stone floor.
BOOM!
