The swamp hummed with life as two men sat in a camp amongst the trees, dim candles illuminating their gear. It had been meticulously chosen for this contract and it say within an arm’s reach - just in case the Skelt came to them instead of the other way around. They took turns keeping watch, their attention directed at the monster’s lair. They sat for hours, eyes peeled for the slightest hint of movement. Just as the moon began to rise above the treetops, a chirping noise was heard near the shore and the two men exchanged worried glances. They leaned closer and began to whisper in harsh tones.
"He'll fall for the bait, don't worry. Once we've fired, we run and cross halfway. Aim for the legs."
The two men began to load their weapons. One crossbow was loaded quietly, the string pulled into place with a cranequin device. The other was yanked up with a stirrup. Clicks resonated around the encampment as the Skelt began to pick the bait from trees. Rotten carrion had been hung upon protruding branches by the two men earlier in the day. The bait had been laid with great precision to lure the beast into an opportune spot for an ambush - and it was working.
The two men took position on either side of a tree and, when the beast was in place, fired simultaneously. Two bolts, one tipped by aurum and the other of steel, spat from the crossbows and tore through the air towards the creature’s abdomen. They flew true - the steel bolt fractured the Skelt's hard shell and the aurum bolt buried itself in the opening, causing the insect to yield a metallic screech.
The Skelt barreled forth with unnatural speed as the two men ran out of their encampment with weapons drawn to meet it. The two Marked Men split and crossed paths halfway to the beast, confusing the Skelt. The men made great use of their manufactured opening - one man cleaved into the beast’s chest with his great-ax, and the other lopped its leg clean off with a deft swing of his longsword. The first man escaped the assault unscathed, but the Skelt’s talons tore through the second man’s armor and bit deep into muscle.
The beast, driven back by the men, stumbled and fell. Liquid oozed from the severed stump of its leg and it thrashed like a dying fly, sending putrid blood flying all directions. The man with the great-ax cleaved downwards and lopped another of the Skelt’s legs clean off. The swordsman stalked around it for a few brief moments before crushing the beast's skull with his sword.
The Skelt’s death throes continued for a few moments before it stiffened, dead. The swordsman lifted his boot and pressed it against the monster's shell with a grimace. He tore his sword free and twirled it in palm with before gripping the hilt with both hands and swinging for its neck.