Although they were weaponless, their blows hit harder than they had any right to, and they absorbed his own punches like they were made of sponge rather than centuries-old bone.
A careless mistake made an opening that a skeleton quickly capitalized on, and its bony fist collided with his cheek.
The exposed bone tore open the skin as his teeth felt like they had been hit with a hammer, and it was only thanks to his quick thinking that he managed to dodge another such strike by a hair.
Creating some distance between himself and the skeleton, the two entered a silent staring contest in the dark as the madam stood blindly in the back.
This was the fourth skeleton they had run into after leaving the zombie behind. The last three had been solitary as well, but each had scored more than their fair share of marks on Ullen's body. By now, his chest and limbs were riddled with bleeding scratches and darkened splotches where bone had cut and pounded away.
