Chapter 3 - Journey to Sparta

On my way to Sparta I encountered a lot of people who needed help. I helped them all of course. Some were attacked or captured by satyrs, others needed help to go past a group of satyrs. All was too easy. I even began remembering more of my skills such as dodging enemy attacks in time, more weapon training and also warrior's greatest skill – ability to onslaught, i.e. to get stronger and more lethal as the battle progresses. The skill itself consists of special energetic charge levels that the warrior enters subconsciously. To learn each charge level required a lot of practice in combat, but it all started coming back to me easily.
The satyrs seemed to be carrying a lot of broken weapons. They surely seemed to be crap at combat, but then there was one huge, fat satyr who was carrying a lovely stone hammer. I obviously took that hammer with me after walloping that satyr to death.
At one moment I even reached a small graveyard, and in there I couldn’t believe my eyes. The skeletons actually rose from their graves. I didn’t want any trouble with them and was preparing to leave but they spotted me and ran towards me. I didn’t do anything wrong to them, but they seemed to be aggravated with something. The new hammer seemed to be doing

a nice work of them. I could hear every bone shatter as I hit them with all my might.
A bit further on in my journey I helped one guy to find his necklace, which was stolen off him by some weird little demons that I’ve never seen before. His reaction of course after I returned it to him was rather insane and my eardrums almost burst.
Then I came across more awakened skeletons. I wonder what caused them all to rise. Something must’ve been wrong as it was thought to be a myth for the dead to ever rise from their graves unless they were cursed by the Gods. I bashed a few more bones and scattered them all over the ruins and carried on.
Spartan camp was just ahead now; I actually could see it behind some of the trees.