— Shrine —
He only had a limited amount of bullets and the tide of skeletons was showing no sign of stopping. Donald stepped out and intercepted the arm of a skeleton before smashing its skull apart with the butt of his pistol. He really ought to have taken his bodyguards along.
Or a bigger gun.
"This talk of a talisman sounds as good as anything I could come up with. Let's have a go at it."
The old man aimed the pistol towards a further group of enemies and fired several spaced shots as he walked forwards.
"Stick together and watch eachothers backs."