The sound of the stream was only matched by the sound of metal clanking and men dieing. It was a fine day, to be bloodied. Orc, Men, Elf, Goblin, Dwarf, Undead, and Troll all lay, slewed by each others' muster. Today's battle was costly, but it was the dead who had paid the most. Their blood made the forest just a bit darker. Will chipped in his share. He knew that went the arrow started to burn in his shoulder. Somehow, it pierced his Half-Plate armor. "Damn it!" His enemy, the undead, were now taking their hides backwards onto defeat. The shouts of those left alive roared within the trees. The cleric ended up on the outskirts of the skirmish, trying to fend off an attack from behind. He was successful. Allies....not so much. Stumbling, his consciousnesses was fading from the lack of energy and loss of blood. The heavy mace and shield swung back and forth. Until, William sat against a tree. He just stared at his wound. There was a faint darkening of light. "If you are Dead, kill me quickly. I don't have time for your petty speeches."