Jay stood in the back of the prison cell for his own safety; blue orb in one hand, deathwalker’s sentry in the other, as he peered from behind his skeletons into the darkness.

The marching sounds grew closer until finally it sounded as if they were just outside the cell.

*Throosh~* a spear suddenly pierced through the veil, sending a skeleton flying right into Jay and knocking him down for a moment.