[ Appearance ] It’s heard first. A sound like the clattering of sticks, clacking together as the form’s magical strings barely hold it together under the weight of its rusted aged armor and weapon. Hollow eye sockets of pure white bone stare forward, lead by magic as its legs are lifted one at a time, body swaying for balance, jaw jittering as if the dead were speaking with no words.

[ Attack ] The solid skull of the shaking horror slowly turns towards you as its attention shifts. With seemingly new life it rushes at you, rusted steel in hand risen, ready to strike.

[ Death ] The final blow to its frame sends its individual bones spiraling through the air as if a spring had been sprung, no longer being held together by dark magic. – Submitted by mauro.neaus.1991@gmail.com (Alias: SpaceVulture)

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