"..." silence encroached them all as they waited for a response from Loimos, who just stood there motionlessly, his fake breathing had gotten a bit more convincing, but still looked somewhat off, only contributing further to the feeling of uneasiness he casted upon the three bandits.
Standing on each side of the wide-shouldered bald man, where somewhat emaciated men, the three of them didn’t appear to eat as much as they should.
On his right, the other bald man Loimos had encountered before, he remained a bit further than the rest, seemingly trying to hide behind the larger man but also attempting not to make it too obvious that he was scared.
It was obvious.
The third man, the one on the left, was blessed with a head full of hair, unlike the other two who sported swords of questionable durability, he also enjoyed the joy of a ranged weapon in the form of a bow and a few arrows.
Loimos only counted five, five shots wasn’t a lot, especially when piercing damage was hardly effective against him.
Though he would probably be shooting in a straight line unlike the crossbow wielder from last time.
"Boss, I don’t think he’s going to respond..." the frightened one shook in his boots as he demonstrated his superior intelligence, or not.
"Listen you, you better answer or else, we’ll be breaking your legs" he nudged the man with the bow and the man understood that he was supposed to get ready to shoot, he got into position to send an arrow flying at any given time.
His target, the stomach, wasn’t lethal but would hurt and bleed like hell.
"..."
"Hum, perhaps this is one of Alizé’s hunting dogs?" the smaller bald one did in fact have a good head on his shoulders, for now.
It made no doubt that youngsters that came to challenge themselves here would have broken it for fun and giggles.
The well and that window were what attracted the gazes of the three, the boss carefully approached the well, imagining that the sack-headed man could be hiding inside, holding onto the sides.
The one with the bow put his hand on his sheathed dagger and carefully approached the window, it was quite the attractive place, perhaps their runaway had headed into this building.
As the rat-faced man, he had just stood there unable to decide what to do, simply deciding to keep an eye on his fellows’s backs.
He gasped as he heard some stepping with strength behind him, turning around with a jittery hold on his sword, he only a close-up on a rock as Loimos smashed it into his face as he ran past him.
The true danger the group posed was the big bald man, he struck the weakest of them before he could shout and rushed toward the boss, who soon realised that someone was coming from him.
He reflexively turned and blindly blocked with his blade, which was of no use, he had been too late, his attention hadn’t been on the right place.
Indeed, he had been looking down into the well, which wasn’t awfully deep but still gave him a bit of a scare, imagining himself falling head first down there.
He had been taken aback and forced into thinking as he noticed the machete Loimos had been holding before at the bottom of the well, the handle buried into the ground, the blade pointed upward.
’How the hell did he have the time to do that?’ the man could only wonder, of course, he was thinking as if Loimos was a person, maybe a bit psychotic, but a person nonetheless.
He couldn’t imagine that the undead had thrown himself down there and climbed back up like a nightmarish terror from the depth of darkness, those weren’t things people did.
The boss was simply too late and was tackled right into the well, plunging right toward the machete as Loimos was already running for his next target.