demus stood in one of the areas in the arena where he was away from the others there, and waited for any one to come to challenge him, but while waiting he practiced his weaponry, as he knew he needed to brush up on it soon... he pulled one of the wooden dummies that were their to aid the people who practiced martial arts, and also the same dummies that armor shops used to display armor on, and he placed it about ten feet from himself and pulled out his crossbow, and aimed for the head of the target and fired, of course at this distance it would have been hard to miss, his bolt struck the dummies head with a large amount of force andwere it not for the large metal base that held the dummie tight to the ground, it would have surely toppled the wooden man...he stepped another ten feet back, and readied anothr bolt and fired it, this one grazed the side of the dummies head and hit the arena wall behind it, shatering as the tip sparked on the hard concrete and the wood splintered behind it...

"aye so we meet again? that was a right good number ya did on me in the forest, if it werent for that i might not be here havin ta kill ya, but thanks to the great wizerd, and his healing abilities im here ta kill ya this time,and dunna ya forget that ya cant kill a man whos alrede dead, dont ya forget it one bit,not untill i kill ya and he brings ya back ta fight for him as well...then we canna be freinds ... " the man that stood before demus was not just an average dwarf, he had been reanimated by a dark wizerd of necromancy, who had long ago planned to add demus to his legion of the dead , as a general of his army...the dwarf spoke again..."so are ya gonna shoot me with ya wee lil cross bow? or are ya gonna get yer wee lil sword over there and fight like a man? not that the bow wul do ya any good, im dead alrede, cant hurt a dead man with stickes, no matter how sharp..." the deranged dwarf began to laugh in a very evil maner..

the man that stood before demus was now a rather gerey color, not at all bright and colorfull, with red cheeks as he was when demus had last seen him...but he did look rather good...considering demus had killed him at least a month ago...demus took a step back as the mans oder aproached demus' nostrils, it was inbeleivable...it forced its way into demus' nose, and demus nearly threw up as it did, but he was stronger than that, and he wanted to make sure the foolish decaying man knew this so he spit, as if it would help, and knelt down to lay his crossbow on the arena floor...the dwarf now had instead of no weapons, a rather large ax , it was obviosly given to him by the necromancer...demus looked to where his weapons were, he had placed them all out nice and neat as he planned to train with them all in the arena that day...he thought to go for his sword...but he then thought about the zombie like creatures he had killed with aeacus...they were not injured by slicing , or stabing...only when theyre limbs were removed, or theyre heads did they stop attacking... demus instead leaped to his weapons and grabbed up his spiked club , and his sling, cramming the sling and the bullit he grabbed for it into his belt,and then grabbed his sheild he then ran at the small yet stout man with the sheild held in front of him and the club raised high, so he could strike the dwarf with all of his strength...

arkilus stepped forward and took the blow to his shoulder that demus gave him, but it didnt even hurt, it had cracked his shoulder bone, but just a little, and it didnt really matter, as long as the bone was still in place, it worked well,he didnt get much power from his muscels any more, it was mostly from the magic cast on his dead body, as the majority of his muscels had already began to rot, and had seperated from the baone, but his bones were good and strong and that was the only limit to his power...when demus had first gotten withen range, arkilus raised his ax and swung it hard at demus, but demus of course had blocked with the sheild, and had only been knocked a bit off balence..."aya! ya gonna have to be doin betah than that ma freind ya donna stand a chance fighten like that ma boy, put some effut into it, do some damage next time ..." after he had knocked demus off balence, he quickly pushed the ax which was already on thew sheild it had just hit, and pushed demus onto the ground...the dwarf stood over demus and lifted the ax high over his head, ready to drop it into demus' back...

as demus lay on the floor, he kicked the legs out from under the dwarf and jumped onto him bashing at him with his club, attempting to gore him until he did not move, but it wasnt doing any good the laughter could be herd from within the dwarfs putrid throat, even as his face had been completely obliterated to the point that it was just a deep hole in his head, demus stepped back, confused and in awe of the magic that must have been used to make this powerull of a zombie... he pulled the sling from under his belt, and loaded the bullit that had fallen to the ground during the first attack he made on the dwarf, and loaded it into the slings small bit of leater, and waved it twice around his head, and let it fly into the corpses skull from the back as he picked up the ax, there was now a gapping hole on each side of the head, but the body still came at demus with the ax now, waving it violently aboiut, as it could no longer see...demus stepped back even further, and picked up his crossbow, readied the bolt, , he then threw his sheild at the deranged corpse, which swung at it, but missed and toppled over as it struck him...demus walked to the body, and standing over it placed the crossbow about five inches from the bodies left leg, and pulled on the fireing mechanism, and as planned the bolt passed through his leg and into the hard pached dirt below, and held tight to each...demus quickly ran to one of the arenas torches for night training and pulled it fromthe wall, lit it with a bit of fire that adsero had givin him, and tossed it onto the corpse, turned and walked away...

The magic that had created the new life within Arkilus was strong, strong indeed...as Demus was gathering his things, trying to ignore the strong stench of the rotten flesh, now burning as well, the fire burned through the flesh on the leg of the reanimated corpse, allowed the leg to be lifted up and off of the bolt.Arkilus, now mostly a skeleton, some bits of flesh were there but they were quickly burning away as well,stood,and grasped the ax that the dark wizerd had given him,and ran at Demus, making little noise due to his obscene weight loss,holding the ax high over his head as he did,there was nothing left of the dwarf that had once dwelled inside this body, the brain and heart were gone entirely now, there was nothing left but the magic, and the urge to kill,and Demus was the first person the skeleton saw as it pulled itself from the ground.Demus turned to see the ax coming down quick at his head...

Demus stepped to the side as the ax obliterated the table he had just removed his belongings from.As he stood there, for a second in awe, he drew his sword and readied himself for a battle he was unsure of how to win.The darfs grim remains turned to face Demus and swing the ax once more, this time however,Demus ducked under the ax, and tackled the corpse, knocking it to the ground, and as Demus pounded on it with his club, the bones broke, and seperated from each other until there was nothing left but a pile of lifeless bones...Demus stood over them and smiled, he had finally defeated the horrid beast of magic and death...now he just had to find the dark magician who created it...