You swing your sword with as much conviction you could muster. It still doesn't seem to work. The level disparity is just too great. It scrapes across the skeletons ribcage with a xylophone sound effect.

"Your conviction is admirable, but it will be your downfall."

The skeleton reaches out towards to and places a single finger on your forhead. You feel your body go cold as your mind slips from you. your flesh rots at an alrming pace. You stand their, an empty shell of what you once were. A strange craving for brains and mindless subservience washes over you.

["Braaaiiins."]