The Dungeon Lich turned and glared at us, the light in those empty, dark sockets where its eyes should be shining menacingly.
It waved its arms in the air and several skeletal arms popped out of the ground, its skeletal summons standing protectively in between us and the Lich.
The skeletons were also wielding a variety of weapons, though I suppose a good thing was the fact that they were not an organised team but just basically a mob of monsters.
The skeletal mob started shambling their way towards us where our lone leader stood facing against the horde with a determined stance.
Behind him was Eita and myself, acting as his support against the skeletons.
The first skeleton that reached him wielded a greataxe, the undead monster raising it above its head to try and smash it down on top of the swordsman.
