In the dense forest, there was an area so overgrown one could hardly speak of it. Vines, branches, and shrubs packed the area so tightly, one wouldn't be able to squeeze through.
A swordsman wielding a machete made strenuous efforts to chop through the branches and vines. After clearing a path for about ten meters, he was panting heavily and called back: "Someone take over, I'm exhausted."
They had been clearing their way through the forest this way the whole journey, everyone was worn out to the point of collapse. They had lost interest in exploring the vine-covered spaces, at most, they would probe them with their swords.
When a companion took his place, he casually plonked himself down on the ground. As soon as his rear hit the ground, he felt something jabbing him. Looking down, he was astonished to find a grimy, hand bone.
The human swordsman nudged the hand bone into the bushes with his foot, muttering under his breath: "Unlucky as hell, damn it."
