"A true undead knows no pain, A true undead suffers not"
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Loimos raised his blade, shifting the position of his feet, he prepared to cut right through the open maw of the first dog that got to him.
’...’ he thought nothing but slashed at the air, he had noticed something coming but was way off in his attempt at deflecting it.
A first arrow lodged itself right in his chest, the tip digging into one of his ribs, he hadn’t thought that anyone would be able to see him, much less aim for him at all, from his position, he couldn’t even make out enough details to tell who was shooting at him.
Or rather, he couldn’t make out the people planning to shoot him down, before he could do anything else, a flurry of arrows rained down upon him.
Going right through his clothing and rot, some leaving cracks in his bones.
’They are accurate’ he noted, barely a few of the shots missed him, and not by much.
Dozens of shots struck him in the chest and abdomen area, a dozen others spread out between all of his limbs, he didn’t release his grasp on his sword, even when arrows hit him in the skull, one right in his left socket, the tip protruding a slight bit from the back.
The impact of getting struck by so many arrows at once forced him back and somewhat off-balance, allowing the fastest hound to dig its fangs right into his ankle.
The animal stopped, wanting to recoil as the blighted blood splashed into its mouth, Loimos wasn’t fazed by the extensive damage he just received, he stabbed down on the canine’s nape, killing it instantly before sending its body away with a kick.
The rest of the dogs suddenly seemed hesitant to go after him, the undead jumped into the field to his left, opposite to the pumpkins were long lines of green beans, crouching down, his figure should be out of sight of everyone.
An arrow still somehow managed to land squarely on his back.
Loimos wasn’t bothered much by getting shot, he could only wonder about who was aiming so distinctively, were he not an undead, he would have probably been killed by that first arrow.
’I definitely felt his right arm being crushed and broken...’ but it didn’t appear as such at all, the mysterious man didn’t even make a sound as he got back onto his feet, not to mention all of the arrows were still stuck in his body.
It was like he felt no pain whatsoever.
’He does seem to be breathing... What the hell is he? He has an arrow through the freaking head!’ the captain unsheathed his sword, a slight blue glow seemed to encompass both his body and blade, but Loimos saw none of it, he only felt a slight change.
He prepared the rush forward, but Loimos threw his sword forward, aiming at the captain’s midsection, making sure that he wouldn’t be able to simply dodge and continue his movement as the undead took off in the opposite direction, weaving in between the trees.
He began running like a beast, making him much harder to follow, as well as surprisingly faster.
"No fucking way you are human!" the man shouted out as he deflected the thrown blade and began running, the captain was faster than Loimos was, but the undead had much more ease navigating the place.
Still, the captain was gaining ground, slowly approaching the sad faced man, raising his blade, he was nearly on the verge of reaching Loimos.
The sound of water flowing got louder and louder, the living soon realised what the killer was aiming for.
Loimos leapt into the waters below, the captain was forced to stop, the river wasn’t at the same level as the two of them, it was deeper into some sort of ravine-like formation, the flowing of water was raging.
He wasn’t going to let Loimos get away, however, even through the ambient darkness, the captain was still able to pinpoint his position as he was falling down.
Rising his sword above his head, grasping the handle with both hands, he sent it spinning through the air with lethal force.
Splitting the air, the center of the edge lodged itself straight into Loimos’s skull, splitting it and his mask down to the upper jaw.
A splash sounded throughout the area, the captain steadied himself waiting for the feeling of XP flowing into his body, only relaxing when he felt the rush entering him.
’He is dead’ he naturally and correctly concluded, they would only have to fish the body back up, show it to the people and everything would be good.