James did not move while the skeleton warriors finished pulling themselves out of the dirt.
They came up across the whole ruined town at once, fifty of them rising from the rubble and the broken ground, and they did not charge the moment they stood. They formed ranks instead. Shields came up along the front, axes and swords settled into bone hands, and a second line braced spears over the shoulders of the first, and the whole formation turned toward the five of them with the cold patience of soldiers who had done this before. There was no roaring, no snarling, none of the mindless hunger James had seen in the lesser undead he had summoned himself.
Finn tightened his grip on his axe beside him. "These aren't shamblers."
"No," James said.
