Sierra was out of breath, she huffed and puffed as she stood still, her hands layed on her knees. She been traveling for weeks, the raiders who burnt her village to the ground have followed her. The moon sat in the warm nights sky, and Seirra was ready to stop runing. The city of outcasts gates lied open, in the sound of night. With few guards at the gate, sierra knew this would be the spot where the raiders would jump her, and few standing guards would turn a blind eye. With air in her luges she stood. Step after step she waited, till the moment she entered the city, their was no sign of the raiders, then she felt the blade cut through her lower back, wounded Sierra fell to her kness. Her scythe was droped miles before the city, making haste sierra was unable to turn back and grab it. Like most of her belonging the raiders now hald her saith, six men surrounded her. Her only thought was, it's time for them to die, Skeltons rose from the ground, one for each of the raiders, the dead grabed the raiders, but with little evert the Skeltons where defeated, their bones lieing on the ground. "You're pathic, maybe if you beg for your life ill let ypu live." The raiders laughs where clear signs of death, so sierra slowly placed her palms against the earth, calling to the dead. Corpses rose, attacking the raiders. Sierra was safe, soon the raiders would be dead, and the corpses would return to the ground. With screams filling the air sierra was surpassed no one came out of their home, but then again how conman is murder in citys like this she thought. With 5 raiders dead the corpses went to feast on the only living person. He lied on his back, holes and chucks where missing from his body, the dead was eating his stomach. It was the leader, the one who commended the hunt after her, who ordered the blaze of fire on her village. With no regret sierra stood, one packback lied next to a corpse, right above her scythe. With haste sierra grabs both, walking further into the city.