The old home rumbled with fury as the father stepped forward, the floor seemed ready to give in at any moment, but it did not.
Supporting the thunderous stomp, the man raised the club high above his head, it made no doubt, this hit would carry every single bit of strength available to him, certain to blow Loimos’s skull apart.
Grabbing the pillow he had just used to snuff the youngest, he chucked it without much force at the man, who completely ignored it and kept on charging forward, he was going to slam this club down no matter what.
Watching the approaching attack coming from above, it was fast, but not fast enough to catch Loimos by surprise, bending his knees, he used his maximum speed and strength to side step at the last moment whilst simultaneously reaching into his coat.
The father’s bloodshot eyes were focused on the club, smashed through floorboards, he wanted to pull it back up and swing again, swing and swing until nothing but paste was left of the abject murderer.
His mouth was filled with blood, a violent sting coming from his nape brought him to his knees, sapping the strength from his arms, he fell limply down, the wrath animating him did not die down, but it was replaced by the coldness of death.
The fear.
Loimos heard the shouts of the mob converging outside as result of the father’s scream, it wouldn’t be long before they began trying to break in.
Seizing the heavy club from himself, he turned his attention to the lantern the man had dropped, it hadn’t been broken by the fall, the flame inside was still swirling and dancing.
Quickly dragging and throwing the corpses in the room into a pile, Loimos pushed the beds together, the legion of peasants were beginning to kick into the barricades.
Loimos swung the lantern at the wooden frame of the bed in the middle, splashing the oil on the sheets, the fire bursted as Loimos stepped away and made his way back into the attic he had crawled out of.
He waited for a little while, listening to the crowd’s gasps and curses as they realised everything was burning down, they had nothing at hand to even try to contain the flames, their attention was completely diverted from catching the scorned killer to searching for a solution to stop the flames from spreading to other habitations.
An older guard emerged from another alley.
"Damn boy! I go take a piss further away and you find the sad faced fricker?" the dry laugh of the man was in complete antithesis with the situation.
"Why are you laughing?! Your bolt just bounced off this guy’s head!" it certainly looked that way, this bolt had been shot from a proper crossbow, were it not for Loimos garbing himself with additional defences, he would have had a hole in his skull right now.
He rubbed the place he had been struck, like a non-undead would and just ran off, sprinting away as suddenly as he had arrived.
The youth looked at the retreating figure and then at his senior multiple times over.
"Are we not giving chase?"
"You think you can catch up?"
"No, but we could still try something..."
"He is already gone though, bastard is quick on his feet, how the hell does he take corners at those speeds?" the older guard had given up on pursuing Loimos the second he saw that speed, his ageing body wasn’t going to be of any use.
The younger fellow may seem more capable, but he was as lean as it gets, no muscles, no stamina, no stats and no XP, such was the state of this rather poor duo.
"We running to give alarm!" the older one had just been taking his time to prepare for another exercise, they weren’t going to be catching up to anyone worth their salt, but not every single guard was like this.
The sound of bells soon sounded throughout the night, it rang three times in quick succession, this was the code signifying that the target had been spotted and was on the run.