They don't call me the bone master for nothing.

The armies of Ganon would not be complete without the thick-spined husks of the slavering undead. Animated by the sludgy runoff from the Dark Lord’s molten power, the Stalfos arms himself with hell-steel and antimatter sword, plundering the rubble strewn dungeons of Hyrule. The dregs of shadow have imbued his hunched frame with considerable endurance, and quickly he will smite any interloper. His skull is fragmented from psychic shock, and his eyes hang low, wincing in loathing.