The water began splashing as more than a hundred bone takers assembled themselves, rising with the slow, unnerving patience of something that was too old to care about haste.
Skulls clicked into place on top of their spines and their rib cages clattered together like pieces of lego.
The long femurs snapped into arms and legs, and in their hands, they clutched their chosen weapons. Jagged ribs, sharpened vertebrae, hollow femurs they swung like clubs, and splinters of other skeletons that had been sharpened into blades.
They're not dead yet. Ren gritted his teeth, his eyes already scanning the bone takers for any openings.
The courtyard trembled beneath their feet. And then, they charged.
The bone takers came in waves, splashing through the knee high water with frightening speed. The sound was like a swarm of chattering teeth. Clicks, scrapes and the eerie rhythm of bones grinding against one another.
