He stepped over the ashes left behind by the banshee. As he approached the the small band of men, they quivered with fear, knowing that few things could kill a beast so powerful. "Are you hurt," the man asked softly. The men shook their heads, but then glance over at their impaled friends and fell to their knees with grief. The man walked over to each one of the fallen men, waving his hand as he did so. Then one by one, each burst into flames and all that remained was ashes. The still living, six men followed the man back out of the swamp. As they reached the outer edge, they took one last look back to their fallen comrades, then trudged back up the hill.