Now that I had another sword, I had an advantage. I was a Spartan and weaponry was an art for us. There wasn't a weapon in the hands of a Spartan that was ever considered foreign.
The next attack was regarded with caution on the skeletal creature's part. This time three came at me. Two from the front hoped to capture my attention while a third struck me from behind. I knew the attack and was already familiar to it. I feinted a rush at my two attackers then just as quickly spun around with my swords cutting it into three pieces.
I slammed both swords into the ground as I faced my remaining opponents. The first to reach me sliced downward with its sword which I easily avoided with a step back. I then stepped in with a kick forcing its sword back and into the second catching it under the jaw and through the top of its head. With it out of commission I grabbed the lifted the first what would have been its neck and lifted it into the air. Using all my anger I slammed my fist through its face, shattering it into dust.
The remainder of the skeletal creature fell to my feet as I looked around. There were no other attacks and all was pretty quiet except for the dull cry of the wind. Picking up both swords I strode toward the door. When I reached the door it was still in the same position as when the creatures attacked me. Slamming my foot into the point both doors met it flew open much easier than I expected. To my surprise it was well lit from torches that hung all along the wall. A set of stairs lay before me as the light stretched as far as I could see.
Without hesitation I took my first step into the next leg of my quest.