The sky was a menacing mixture of dark ominous colors. Whether it was simply the picture Mother Nature wished the paint on its heavenly canvas that day or if it was due to the approaching horde of undead ogres was a mystery all on its own. But the stale scent carried on the frozen mountain wind, the chorus of grunts and growls from the approaching mass made one think certain. Danger was eminent.

“He’s certainly gotten a little less creative with this one hasn’t he?” A man with brown hair covering most of his soft brown eyes that gazed down at the horde said.

He was perched on a boulder near the peek of the graciously steep hill. He was grabbed in full black and a cloak that gently caught the wind. On his back strapped upside down were a pair of twin katanas.

“I wouldn’t call what he does creative.” A woman with long raven hair and forest green eyes responded.

She was seated beside him on the same boulder swinging her legs idly off the edge. She had a broad sword strapped to her back and a katana at her hip. She was garbed in black also save for white sleeves on her blouse.

“Five thousand undead ogres.” The man said calmly. “By night fall they’ll be heading down the other side of this hill and into the city. They might be a challenge with their uphill advantage.”

“Well lucky for them we’re going to stop them, right here.” The woman said as she hopped to her feet and began stretching and flexing a bit.

“What are you doing?” The man asked as he slid of the boulder.

“Warming up you should too.” She smirked. Her smirk soon contorted into a cringe. “Why do the undead always have to smell like month old poop.”

“You do know that month old poop is dried and has no odor right?” The man snickered.

“You do know that I’ll put your teeth out?” She said with as raised brow as she turned to look at him with arms folded.

“Oh you could try.” He laughed.

“Just be happy you’re cute.” She said turning her back on him and looking down at the approaching masses. “So have any of your little plans? Or do we do it my way?”

Noticing he didn’t respond right away she turned around and saw him paying more interest in the boulder than a sane person should.

“Find a new friend?” She asked with a skeptic look.

“Why yes I have.” He smiled.

He pressed both his palms against the surface of the boulder and in an instant a few sparks of electricity danced around his arms then flowed into the rock.

“Eureka.” He snickered. “You might want to step away from the boulder dear. I good fifty paces.”

She wasn’t sure what he was talking about but she followed his lead and walked a few step behind him. He then removed his swords, gauntlets and a few other of his equipment and placed them beside her. He gave her a wink to which she showed a little confusion then he moved back over to his new found “friend”.

More electricity danced around his arms then flowed into the boulder. He kept it up for a short while before stopping then he began to push the boulder towards the edge.

“Need some help with that honey?” she asked in a mocked cheery voice.

“I’ve got it.” He chuckled.

A sudden burst of current ran through his whole body and he gave the boulder and heavy push and it rolled towards the edge then started down the hill. He started brushing off his hands as he walked back over to his equipment and began putting them back on. She however dashed to the edge where she saw what it was exactly that he was doing. As the boulder rolled down the hill side it not only crushed those in its path but pulling in anything close enough and pulling swords from hands, it was a giant magnet. The loud clangs of metal rang out high and loud in the stale wind until the boulder finally came to a halt at the base of the hill covering in weapons, armor and flattened ogres.

“A rolling stone gathers no moss, but it gathers ogres pretty well though.” He commented, suddenly standing beside her.

“That’s not funny.” She frowned.

“I know.” He chuckled.

“Six hundred and forty seven out of five thousand.” She said. “I accept your challenge!” She went on very spiritedly as she turned and pointed at him.

“You counted?” He laughed in surprise.

“Oh yes and you will not win this fight.” She went on. “The loser cooks dinner tonight and cleans up!”

“You’re just trying to get out of your chores.” He said with a raised brow.

“Don’t be a wuss, he who kills the most wins!” She carried on disregarding his accusation.

“I took out almost half of them are you sure this is a good idea?” He smirked.

“Six hundred isn’t half!” She retorted.

“I thought you said six hundred and forty seven?” He smiled.

“Keep your own score!” She snapped pulling her broadsword from her back and pointing it down hill. Grappling hooks shot from near the hilt and then she was pulled away as they hooked into a tree.

“A little fun never hurt.” He chuckled to himself as he drew his blades and dashed downhill into the undead legions.

As she flew through the masses she pulled her katana and sliced her way through anything in her path. By the time she’d made it to the tree where her sword had hooked she had cleared out a path through the rotting reanimated corpses. With a mighty cry she hopped from off the tree and dived directly into battle.

She made easy work of the undead warriors as she easily matched their strength and with her fully alive and functioning brain she had a definite upper hand. But they had numbers and she was constantly surrounded, and the odor made it just that more difficult to maintain optimum focus.

She heard a bombing roar behind her and turned swiftly to dispatch the beast but as she did so she saw it hit the ground. The man was standing behind it and gave her a wink.

“Leave my kills alone!” She shouted.

“I was only helping.” He chuckled as he ran passed her and sliced his way through another ogre that came at her from behind.

“What do you think you’re doing!” She shouted as she made to slash her way through another ogre but he beat her to it. “Stop saving me!” She yelled as she slapped at him with her left had.

“Hey I thought you only slapped me with your right hand because your left hand is stronger?” He smirked as he dodged it.

“I’m trying to knock you the hell out!” She shouted.

“You’re a gem.” He said as he leapt over her head and cut his way through another ogre before moving deeper into the mass.

“Kill stealer!” She yelled at him shaking her fist.

The fight went on as both slashed through as many undead creatures as they could. The number began to dwindle slowly until the moon rose on the gracious hillside covered in the remains of the undead horde.

The woman emerged with from the dark with both swords in hand and a frown on her face. “It smells like Jeff’s kitchen.”

The man also emerged sliding his swords back in place he had a grin on his face. “Oh you’re being too hard on him.”

“Two thousand and five hundred.” She said with a frown. “A stupid tie.”

“Two thousand four hundred and ninety nine.” He smiled back.

She stopped in her tracks and looked at him in surprise. The was the distant sound of rattling metal behind her and she turned and both their eyes stopped on the same thing. The last undead beast.

“Mine!” She said turning tail and darting after it.

“Not if I can help it.” The man answered.

“I’m closer!”

“I’m faster!”