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Grass wet neath his boots, the executioners march across the plains at first was uneventful, the skeletal soldiers clacking and following apace behind Grindan til something halted one of the Stalphos, nearby the earth stirred.

Sets of small skeletal hands ripped through the earth, as the dead beneath clawed their way to the surface. These ones were somewhat larger than the armored Stalphos under his command, about six of them clattered to their height and turned towards the executioner and his host of skeletal soldiers.

It looked like he wouldn't just be having a stroll towards the ranch, annoying but at least it wasn't boring.