No one know what they looked like, but they could hear them stomping in the dark. The fallen knights who skin were as cold as ice embraced the wicked nights. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Their silver skin lacking the warmth of day. Was it their skin? Armor? Who know for certain as anyone who seen them never returns. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Some say they are the works of the devils. Perhaps vengeful angels purifying sin of those deemed unworthy. Soulless eyes that never shed a tear. Their mouths of fire speak like the tongues of the Qux. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. There is no sadness when one falls, no joy when winning. Heartless as fiery hell they fell from. They march in unison like the great armies of old. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. It's said that they prefer children. Especially those who are weak. What's those footsteps I hear? Did I mention, a single touch could kill you?

A cold arm reached down and touched a small boy with dirt brown cloths, "YEEEP!" He said, followed by the rest of the children.

"You look like a fine snack!" The hand growled.

"I hate you guys." The boy said.

"Well, you said to tell a scary story," the boy with the gauntlet said. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.

"I wasn't scared," a girl said.

"You always say that," Zarc grumbled. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. "Arch, could you stop the stomping."

"I'm not doing anything," the boy with the gauntlet said.

"Is it you Estelia?"

"I'd never lift my fingers to do grunts work." The girl said. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.

"What a prick..."

"hm?" Estelia turned her head to Zarc.

"What a prick. It must be Garr." Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. "He's the only one who couldn't make it." Zarc got up from the campfire. "Might as well follow him."

"That is literally the stupidest thing you've said!" the frightened boy put his hands over his eyes.

"Target acquired." A monotone voice from the shadows lit up read. "Resistance is futile. You will come with us." The voice steps out the shadows to reveal a manlike monstrosity. The first thing to hit was the smell. Rotting flesh reeked the air like a poison. The knight only had one arm that was leaking black blood. Tiny holes were spread throughout its body. "New materials found. Rebuilding protocols will now commence."

The kids, without saying another word, ran. The knight continued after them at the pace of an old lady. "You will not escape. Calling for reinforcements. New materials found. Estimated radius of one kilometer from location."

Estelia ran as far as she could until she tripped over a rock. Hoping she made it far enough she rolled under the root of a Baron tree. She looked around and realized she was separated from the rest. Taking deep breaths, she squeezed tighter to the center of the tree. It was not long before she heard the stomping of the knight. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. "Footprints ceased. New method of tracking required. Starting up heat vision program. Error, weapons system malfunction. 5 minutes all updates are completed."

The strange language the knight spoke frightened Estelia. What was the knight doing? She grabbed a rock and threw it in front of the knight. The knight didn't respond. She knew she was doomed if she stayed, but if she left... would it still wait? She decided to wait out of fear. Sweat slightly dripping from her face. She places her hand in front of her mouth as to not yell when the knight woke up. After some time, the knights head lit up. "Program installation completed. Weapons system online. Target acquired. Continue pursuit." The knight started walking away.

Estelia signed in relief as the knight walked away. Crack. She gasped. The knights head whipped around to its back. No normal human could do that without dying. "New target acquired." The knight raised its arm and that's the last thing Estelia saw.