Trusting instincts honed by training, they anticipated and countered the attack! The mission seemed straightforward: patrol the area. It never occured to them that they would chance upon an enemy that sent chills down their spine. Their comrades devoured, a lone survivor persisted. Mustering each ounce of physical strength from within, they fortified every fiber of their being. It was now or never. Swinging their weapon in a wide arc, they crashed down on the enemy from above! Their foe shrieked & writhed around before waning, falling slain, broken bones sticking out. Regaining their composure, relief washed over them. This ordeal was over, they had survived. But there would be more. For they were pursuing Death itself.