Though pandemonium ensued below, the sun seemed carefree. As it continued to rise past the plateau and into the bright blue sky, it gazed down with interest at the scuffle in the graveyard of all living things. No clouds obstructed its view of the chaos, so it could observe freely and overview everything beneath it. It turned in just in time to see a standoff begin. It shone brightly in response, ready for the fight on
They stood opposite each other, two with weapons, one without. None of the other undead got very close, they all seemed to huddle around the trio with quite a distance between them. On both the knight's left and right, were large dunes giving very little space to dodge, but that didn't stop him from running full speed through the slightly cumbersome sand to reach his two enemies before him. He wasn't disappointed to see his former comrade rushing towards him, swinging his spear wildly in a wide downward arc. Though it was simple enough to dodge, he halted in his sprint momentarily, watching as the lengthy weapon flew by his face and glanced as it hit the sand at his feet before swinging his blade in a downward arc from the left down to the right, which grazed Carter's decrepit armor that he had died in. However, he was unprepared for the cloaked figure to flank him from the right, with what looked to be translucent blades around his arms. He ducked quickly underneath the swipe at his head and in the blink of an eye retaliated, grabbing hold of both of the deceased man's legs from the shins and like lightning, tossed the masked individual towards his partner.
The translucent substance surrounding its bony hands launched and stretched like a whip, trying to capture the hulking knight, and when said knight tried to grab hold of the whip-like object, his hand passed straight through it. It was made out of water.
He resisted the whip with relative ease, standing strong by digging his feet deep into the sand against the unknown adversary, but was nearly caught off guard by a slash from his other current combatant. He broke free of the binds just in time to avoid several flying projectiles made out of water launching at what he assumed to be himself. However, he was stunned to find the small balls of water converging into a single-pronged spear, flying faster than previously. It pierced through his armor with ease and went directly through the left shoulder and out the other end, but he didn't get any time to react to the gushing wound as both sides of the water weapon morphed, one stretching to its wielder's hand, while the other anchored itself in his shoulder. When the rope of water reattached itself to his skeletal arm, the corpse yanked with all the strength it could muster in its thin frame.
The man built like a brick wall was sent skittering towards the duo, one pointing his spear at him, waiting patiently for its meal to be a kabob. Unfortunately for the traitor and his current partner, this knight wasn't the most renowned of his majesty's royal guard for nothing, in an instant, the knight grabbed hold of the blade pointing towards him with his right hand, and squeezed down on the weapon. He ripped the equipment out from the relatively weak grip of the skeleton, tossed the instrument of war far out of reach, and stretched his arm out to crush the plated skull of his former compatriot, but was ultimately stopped by a thick barrier of water that seemed impenetrable.
Their current positions were quite awkward, the unnamed knight stood in front of the stunned skeleton, held in place by a wall of water, but centimeters from the former traitor. While his other hand clasped the handle of his blade fiercely, and with a single upward slash and a smirk on his face, the skull of one of the many he killed in his time was sliced in two. Not a wince in his left shoulder was felt as the body fell apart like a house of cards, flopping to the ground and holding inside the armor for all eternity. He shifted his weight and turned his attention to the cloaked one and didn't waste any time running towards the soulless foe with the intent to kill this enemy for the second time, both its life and afterlife.
Once again, he was stopped, but not by his opponent's manipulation this time. This time, he was stopped by a sudden quake in the earth he was standing on, followed by a second one and a third. He scanned the area, and when a large shadow shrouded him, he froze up suddenly, realizing something that had completely exited his mind while he was in the heat of combat: the giant. A loud thump was heard, followed by a nimbus of a sand cloud, covering much of the visibility in the nearby area. He flipped the hood of the cloak –that he looted from Carter's body– to avoid the cloud and began running in the opposite direction of the booms. That didn't stop the giant from creating several large booms, which were enveloped by ears loudly as it started to give chase towards the living one. It wasn't long before he found himself on the outside of the extensive cloud, but he only grew faster after glancing up into the sky to see the framework of a fire dragon continue to circle above him in the skies. He wasn't given much time till the next wave of foot soldiers of various species appeared on the scene, surrounding him while an enormous arm reached out of the cloud toward the knight.
It didn't take much longer for the skeleton of epic proportions to emerge from the sandstorm of its creation. There were no missing pieces, though the head at one point had been viciously ripped off of the giant, it was placed back into place, without any sign it had been removed in the first place. The same could be seen for the right horn of the colossal being which had reattached itself from the same unknown force that reanimated this boneyard in the first place. The jaw, which had gone missing hundreds of years prior, was now reattached, hanging limply in a still expression of emotionlessness. It stood much taller than the castle of the king he had guarded for so long.
The giant stared down at him with its lifeless voids of inky darkness intensely, adding to the slightly eerie sight. He broke his eye contact with the giant to stare at the endless forces encircling him. Both large and small creatures' corpses were looking down at him with the same expressionless gaze that left him on edge. He tightened his grip on the blade in his left hand; his shoulder had recovered completely, and because of that, things were bound to get interesting. His right hand reached for his back, and hovered over the top of the middle of his back, ready to press his thumb on his back, but hesitated for a moment, and quickly brought his arm back to his side, while raising his single-handed sword confidently, waiting for the enemies to make the first move.
He was glad to see the giant in his peripheral area take the first swipe at him with its right arm and make quick work of the slowest creature currently in this battle. Momentarily dropping his weapon, he raised his arms and spread his legs apart, ready to catch the hand flying towards him. He mentally prepared himself for the impact, flexed everything he could, and wasn't disappointed when he was sent skittering a few feet back, but he didn't let go. Though he weighed much less than the towering giant, he pulled the beast from its feet to its knees, kicking up a typhoon of sand in all directions, but he didn't stop there, he pulled the single finger he was holding, even harder which led quickly to the large horned skull falling to the dunes, erupting in tsunamis of sand, burying many of the offending skeletons, and resurfacing many of the elder ones. The warrior was quick though and left the scene as quickly as he could, yet was still caught in the storm slightly, but was 'rescued' from the sand by the dragon, who had been high in the sky, watching the whole thing from the bird's eye view. He was held in the dragon's claws with a vice-like grip as it clutched him harshly, penetrating the tough armor with ease. Trickles of blood fell to the ground far beneath the duo as they flew to an unknown destination deeper into the desert.
They weren't flying alone for long as other remains of dragons of various sizes joined the knight and the largest fire dragon. All looked as though they were on autopilot the entire time, staring dead ahead, unmoving; only moving to flap its creaking wings even now and again. Once a group of roughly a dozen flew in coordination, they drastically increased in speed and the scorched dragon holding the knight tightened its grip even further, one arm clasping his right shoulder. The other held both of his legs. His left arm, however, hung limply in the wind, unscathed, which quickly led to a new idea blossoming at the forefront of his mind.
He moved his thumb to press over the middle of his palm, which was quickly encompassed by the familiar purple hazy smoke, but was blown away by the winds they were traveling through quickly, revealing the disheveled sword which was put to work even quicker than the smoke dissipated by adjusting his hold on the weapon. Carefully, he moved his hand around the guard and down the blade, until he held onto the point of the sword, ready to launch the weapon at full power towards the dragon's skull. It slipped out of his fingers with precision, flying at high speeds, however, it did not land in the intended spot, flying to the neck, severing the body, which caused the corpse to return to its previous state for a little while before reconstruction. He thereafter slipped through the grasp, allowing him to free-fall down to the surface. It's not like he could die or anything.
He observed the surface he was going to be crashing into soon, trying –and failing– to find a safe place for him to reside in momentarily, while he recovered; that was until he noticed what looked to be an endless pit nearly directly underneath him. He controlled himself, forcing down the pain in his right side and beneath his waist, and focused entirely on his destination below surface level. Though the dive was simple enough, the dragons escorting him and the one carrying him previously were now on his tail, trying to retrieve him. He went to a full dive, bringing his arms to his sides, and feet together, and positioned himself straight down to the hole. In the blink of an eye, however, he had entered a completely new tier of speed from the flying undead chasing him with much ease and arrived at the hole in what felt like seconds at the moment, but was closer to a couple of minutes. The wind nearly deafened him as he came crashing down into the earth.
He got the angle wrong however, and instead of flying into the hole directly, he crashed into the dune surrounding it, causing a massive cloud of sand to swarm him and enshroud the entire nearby area. His eyes rolled into his head from the harsh contact with the ground, but thankfully he was close enough to the sinkhole that he simply slid into it from his current position. As his form felt lifeless, his sword landed its mark in the center of the hole, which ended up landing in his stomach, turning him into a kabob as he continued his fall down the endlessly deep and dark tunnel, into the unknown abyss.
And with a sudden and loud crash, he arrived at the bottom. He landed on a large rock, with his sword holding him in place as blood gushed down from the holes all along his tattered armor on all sides, looking much like a fountain, never-ending. As his temperature started to drop into a chill, life fled from his glazed eyes steadily, until the light had gone completely.