Loimos ran off through the habitations, through the deserted villages, aiming to make his escape and hide into the woods until further notice.
He heard the familiar barking of hounds in the distance, the captain must have been quick on the uptake.
Loimos couldn’t drop down and begin running like a wild monstrosity either, with a missing arm he would just end up moving slower than he could with just his two legs.
Something was off this time, the barking wasn’t coming from a single direction, it was coming from all around, as though he was already surrounded, which was nonsensical, the captain couldn’t have just known that Loimos would end up here, he shouldn’t have even been certain that the sad faced man would reemerge.
But by all means, it seemed as though the captain knew exactly where he was at the moment, perhaps he was close-by already.
The undead stopped abruptly, unarmed and missing an appendage, he was severely disadvantaged, even more so since the captain of the guards was already a living he couldn’t take down in a fight.
Loimos had been planning on eventually catching him in his sleep, that would save most of the trouble.
He prepared for whatever could be coming his way, the dogs were converging onto his position, he could tell by the sound.
Something soon became clear to the skeleton, but it was too late, he turned and saw that the captain, as well as a bunch of other people had already arrived.
The barking had kept closing in from every direction, yet, Loimos never sensed any life force entering within his field of senses, it was a trick.
He had stopped right there and then to meet the animals but only allowed his pursuers to catch up to him.
There were seven people, Loimos knew all of them, at least, he had seen them before.
Robert had brought with him none of his guards, his best men had all been drinking at the tavern and were either too wasted to fight, or already dead.
Saul blocked his way, stabbing him in the back and slamming his shield as well, pushing the undead back into the midst of the formation.
Another bolt was shot, hitting him right in the knee somehow, shaking the link in between the two bones and making him wobbly.
Rendering him unable to move for the fireball carefully prepared by Eppie, it wasn’t a regular fireball however, it was her second spell, which was a fireball but with a twist.
Instead of exploding and blasting whatever was in the radius, the fire engulfed Loimos, setting him completely aflame.
Regaining his footing, he ignored the fire, he couldn’t do anything about it anyways, Eppie was well guarded in the back of the formation, and even if he got to her, he was lacking in ways of killing her at the moment.
Tahnee’s kite shield slammed into him from the side, Cassi and Zola both aimed from his legs, one smashing it down with mace, the other brutally stomping on the side of his knee, both achieving the same result.
Robert was going to the killing blow.
’...’
’This is quite the pickle, I find myself in’
’I need to do something, otherwise I will not be able to fulfilling my purpose any longer’
The undead thought rationally, his eyes bursted out with the purple glow as he focused on producing and manipulating the rot.
Primeval Rot, this was the name of the ability he had had since the very beginning, it was what he, a pure undead, had been brought into existence with.
His clothes erupted with rot, covering his entire body in a flash, it grew and grew, pushing all of the living away, before suddenly bursting into a rain of blighted blood.
Small vegetation withered away, the skin of the attackers was burnt when it landed on them, resting metal and eating away at wood, only a pile of broken bones laid in the center of the blast, something was missing.