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As Will jumped back into the fray homies quickly surrounded Lyda.
"There! She's their medic! Eliminate her!"
"U-Uwah?! P-Please! I'm just an innocent little doctor! I got a red cross and everything! Please leave me alone!"
But the living chesspieces don't bother listening to her and attempt to pile on her while letting out a battlecry.
"Oh well. Worth a shot."
She takes out her needle.
"Now let's even the battlefield!"
Weaving around her attackers Lyda drove her needle through each of the chess soldiers and connected them together with a long thread of very durable glass. The homies barely felt more than two mosquito bites on the entry and exit of the needle. They looked where Lyda escaped to and prepared their second assault when the little doctor strummed the thread.
"Souls entombed in bodies not your own. I trade you service for service. Soul Garland!"
Pulling on the thread she yanked the animating spirits out of the homies. With the globes of life floating around her connected by a thread she screamed for her comrade.
"GREKI!"
"On my way lass!"
The giant smacked Charlotte Oven away and ran over to Lyda to help her.
"Im here lass! Do it!"
"LIFE WORK!"
Cracking the thread like a whip the souls popped out of it and started floating upwards, where Tiny was standing above her. Each soul found its way to one of the skulls braided into Grekis beard, each one becoming the spark which brought to life her creations. The skulls were in fact connected to fully assembled and alchemically preserved bodies of bone, sinew, muscle and metal carefully concealed within the bushy beard of the giant. The skeletons cackled as these fragmented souls animated them and they jumped out of the giants beard, brandishing crude weapons welded to their arms. They looked at their creator looking for orders.
"Those are the people who stole years of your lives and used you as tools! Do what you will but don't kill them. Do that and Ill free you!"
The skeletons let out a maddened but very eager cackle and charged. And while the homies were not disturbed too much the Charlotte children were more than a little affected by the screeching and laughing undead.