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The moon shined palely in the sky over Base Seventeen as a thick veil of fog covered the small island and a portion of the sea surrounding it. Several Marines were set out on watch that evening, but only one had been assigned to patrol the perimeter of the island. That lone marine was Lieutenant Hoshikita Cross, and he trudged begrudgingly around the small outcropping of land that lined the outskirts of the large iron base. He cursed his luck for being assigned this patrol on such an unpleasant night to be outside, and he desperately wished that he was one of the lucky Marines sleeping soundly in the barracks at the moment. Fate was not on his side today it seemed though, and he unhappily continued his patrol as his clothes clung wetly to his body. There was hardly any point in patrolling tonight anyway, as he didn't think he could see more than a few meters into the fog, and certainly not far enough to spot any sneaky intruders or passing ships.

Still, he continued carrying out his duty and put one foot in front of the other without rest. His eyes scanned what little they could see, and he proceeded to walk from the entrance of the base toward the rear. Each step was tentative, as Hoshikita knew that the island perimeter of the base was particularly narrow at points and he needed to be careful not to slip. Climbing back up wouldn't be overly difficult, but he certainly didn't want to end up in the water on a chilly night like this one. So, with each of his steps having been taken with caution he was somewhat relieved when he reached the furthest point on the island from the entrance. It was the point where the island stretched out farthest into the sea, and Hoshikita thought he might take a moment to "patrol this area more thoroughly". He was looking for a nice place to sit down and take a rest, for the first time that night not watching where he was going, when a simple misstep caused him to tumble down into a gaping hole about four feet in diameter. The young Marine tumbled through darkness, dirt, and spiderwebs as he fell down into the depths of the earth yelling out in a panic as he did so.

The hole was mostly vertical for about eight feet, just short enough for Hoshikita not to injure himself severely, but long enough that he certainly felt bruised and beaten when he hit the bottom. He hastily got to his feet, about to initiate a Geppou when he noticed that after the hole cut off, it tunneled sideways into a large room. Hoshikita's first thought was that someone must be tunneling under the base at the very moment, and that he had to ascertain the situation immediately. He headed through the tunnel for several meters until he reached the large room, but after scanning it for a moment he found no one in there. There was however a small stockpile of weaponry not related to the Marines, which Hoshikita couldn't discern the reason for. He figured he'd have to tell the Commander or the Captain about this, and he turned around to leave the small cavern. As he did so however, he felt something holding him back at his ankle, and when he looked down to see what it was he found a skeletal hand wrapped around the long limb. Hoshikita screamed girlishly as he witnessed a skeletal face pop up from the ground beneath him, and out of instinct, he turned back and used his free foot to stomp the ever non-living shit out of it's skull. The bone was durable and resistant, and the skeleton continued to crawl up out of the ground. Hoshikita didn't stop though, and he slammed his sandal into the skull several more times until it smashed into bits and pieces and the rest of the skeleton went limp.

"Fucking, fucking, ass, fuck, shit. What the fuck was that?" Hoshikita asked exasperatedly to no one in particular as he shook the limp skeletal hand from around his ankle. He wasn't sure what the hell was going on here, but now that the skeleton was no longer moving he wasn't even sure it had been moving at all. Maybe he had just been imagining things. After all, it was rather silly to think that a skeleton without muscles or organs could move on it's own, or at least that was what Hoshikita thought until five more skeletons emerged from the walls around him and began clambering towards him, picking up shields and swords as they charged. The young lieutenant didn't want to stick around to figure out how the hell these skeletons seemed to be defying all the common sense he'd been taught in his twenty six years of life, and started running out of the tunnel as fast as he could. The skeletons seemed to be rather speedy themselves, but Hoshikita's long legs carried him more quickly than their rattling bones. As Hoshikita approached the end of the tunnel, he ducked down to the ground and planed his right forearm on the ground as he swung his body around with a low kick into a Ryankaku. The wind blade shot off towards the legs of the skeletons, below their shields in an attempt to cut their legs and prevent them from chasing him. The force of the attack wasn't strong enough to cut through solid bone however, and while it was a technique that likely would have worked on opponents of blood and muscle, it did little to slow down the skeletons.

Hoshikita panicked once again, but was able to have enough wits about him to execute a Geppou up towards the exit of the tunnel. He was just about to make the final hop back up above the hole where he could call for back up, but he felt a familiar sensation around his ankles. One of the skeletons had jumped up after him and grabbed his legs, which prevented Hoshikita from using his technique any further. Not wanting to fall down, the frightened Marine grabbed at the sides of the hole he had originally fallen into and struggled to pull himself up that way. Two other skeletons had grabbed onto the first one though, and they were using all their might and weight to pull Hoshikita back into the hole. "Why the fuck are you doing this!?! Someone help me!" The long legged Marine called out, questioning the muted skeletons and hoping desperately that someone would come to his aid. Still not giving up his own resistance though, he brought his legs up using all of his strength, pulling three of the five remaining skeletons up a few feet. Because they had dropped their weapons and shields in an attempt to bring him down, he only had to pull up the weight of the bones so while strenuous, it was possible for the young lieutenant. Then, when his knees were bent back he shot them back out again with as much force as he could muster, catching the skeletons in a powerful blast of pressure and wind that tore through them and left them piles of motionless bones at the bottom.

However, the first of the three skeletons had escaped the blast by swooping around his legs and clambering up to Hoshikita's back at the last second. With his tarnished skeletal teeth he bit into Hoshikita's shoulder, in the same place he had been bitten by an eel fishman some weeks ago, and from the pain Hoshikita fell deep down into the pit again. His senses weren't taken from him entirely though, and by twisting the momentum of the fall he was able to land hard on the skeleton, cracking his ribs and breaking his spine at the moment of impact. The skeleton squirmed helplessly for a moment before falling motionlessly with the rest of the pile of bones. Hoshikita had no time to rest however, as he soon bore witness to two aged iron swords rushing through the air past him. Hoshikita attempted to roll out of the way, but one of the blades was able to cut deeply into the young marine's left calf. Blood poured from the wound, and Hoshikita could immediately tell that the tendons had been cut. He would have very little use of the leg for sometime, and he would certainly be handicapped for the rest of the ensuing fight, but he had escaped the attack with his life. He scrambled to his feet, propping himself up along the tunnel of the wall as the two skeletons closed in on him. Hoshikita wasn't giving up yet though, and he waited for his opportune moment to strike. His moment came when both of the skeletons thrust their swords at his gut from different angles. Using Kami-e Hoshikita dodged out of the way of the blades and dropped to the floor once again. This time his sweeping kick was intended to produce pure blunt force to his enemies legs rather than a wind blade, and he knocked the two opponents off of their feet quite easily with his deft maneuver.

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He wasn't able to get up very easily himself however, and Hoshikita felt hot blood pouring out of his calf as the fight wore on. Still on his back, Hoshikita brought up his right leg and slammed his foot onto the skull of the skeleton closest to him. Instantly, the skull was cracked by the force of the momentum being dropped on it and the skeleton fell motionless, Then, Hoshikita grabbed one of the bones from the earlier skeleton and used it as a club to once again knock down the other skeleton who had been in the process of getting up again. As he fell, Hoshikita brought up the same foot that had crushed the skull of the other skeleton into the rib cage of the only one still standing. The force knocked it off of its feet once again, and Hoshikita used the wall to scramble to a standing position once more. He limped over to where the skeleton was scrambling to its feet once more and stomped its skull in with his good leg as he had done to the first. Now that he was finished, there was nothing more than a pile of bones and weaponry and Hoshikita knew that if he told everyone that he'd incurred these injuries from walking skeletons he'd be considered crazy. The young lieutenant wondered what to do as he tore a piece of his vest off to bandage his wound, but the thoughts came rushing in as marines who had heard his earlier cry for help called down the hole for him. "You down there, Cross?" He heard the voice of Commander Burrel echo down the tunnel. "Yeah, I just fell down here and cut my leg on a rusty sword. There's a bunch of skeletons down here, too! Any chance you could help me out?" He called, figuring it best to just leave the topic alone and pretend it had never happened. He'd likely recover in a few days to a week, and then he could forget all about this strange happening.

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The member 'ZombieJuice.' has done the following action : Dice Roll

#1 'Halloween Dice' : 90, 14

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#2 'Halloween Dice' : 89, 42

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#3 'Halloween Dice' : 77, 57