It would have been too convenient if Henry was still wearing his armor but he wasn't supposed to be night watch that evening so he never expected to face any monsters.
All that could be heard for a moment was his yell of pain.
Henry was forced to the ground and the wind was knocked out of him. He couldn't take a breath in or out but he could at least move out of the way as the ogre skeleton started swinging again.
At least he knew to dodge the arrows with the next few swings.
Soon making it back onto his feet, he started with the flint and the fire again. Some parts of the circle had burnt out while others were still ablaze. It was his only hope for the time being. He doubted he could take down an ogre that was already dead by himself.
He diligently continued sparking the flint enough to create flames.
