Crouching low to the ground, the swordsman with a one-edged blade pointed the end of his sword at Loimos, who stood in place, surrounding by a puddle of black blood, although the undead could trace the man's movement's after the fact thanks to his residuals of life force, but his haste surpassed even his superior senses.
Disappearing from his spot once more, the skinny man in back appeared confident that his colleague would successfully deal with Loimos, only, he didn't reappear in his previous position as he did just before, his acceleration was cut off as he sank into the ground right in front of the masked cadaver.
Secretly, the skeleton had been finely controlling his corrosive blood to eat through the ground around him, forming pits just deeper enough compared to the beaten up road to catch the swordsman slipping.
His concentration whilst using his sword arts was dispelled, it was like accidentally going two or more steps down the staircase, this sudden feeling, like one was free falling and going to plummet to the ground like a disgracious bag of bricks.
The man was quick to gather himself however, ignoring the growing sense of numbness coming from the leg deep in the tar-like substance, he managed to swing his blade anyways by quickly sheathing it again to meet the requirements for another sword arts he specialised in, unleashed a dreadfully quick cleave at the undead's neck, chopping the head off and sending it rolling away.
"You had me worried for a moment there" the man in the back rubbed his weary forehead, for a moment, he felt like he saw the swordsman completely losing on such a puny trick and provocation.
"Come on now, just one mistake-" his speech was interrupted by the scrunch caused as two bone spikes went right through his skull.
Starting down from the chin, all the way up the top of his head, making a quick a passage through both of his eyes, the headless corpse had feinted stumbling back for a second, instead, it had just taken the win with a particularly nasty uppercut.
From where he stood, the skinny fellow couldn't quite tell what had just happened, after all, when decapitated, people were supposed to die, so surely, the two bloody tips protruding from his ally's head were naught but his imagination.
"I suppose he does" Gelter could only tell the truth to his lady "although-"
He hadn't caught up on Loimos's true nature, but he could clearly tell as a seasoned knight that something was simply off about him, the undead was making a good job of putting up a 'lively' enough posture, even making unnecessary movements, sometimes slowing down or accelerating in his steps just in case someone was looking from far away.
It was all calculated to appear as natural as possible.
"I am Antieeld, one of the twelve recognised talent holders of this generation, where are you headed for?" she presented herself, by this point, both the carriage and Loimos had stopped.
There were no downsides to speaking the truth.
"Findpasser" he simply spoke, using the same trick as before, forming convincing vocal cords and all that was needed for a living to speak.
This made him sound like an old man with poor lungs, but he at least didn't inscribe the inevitability of death in the hearts of those listening.
"Hum" rubbing her chin, Antieeld threw him a piece of metal, some sort of emblem.
"You should come by Toordefer Academy, it's in the capital, Wanneckssa and ask for me, I'll be there for a while, the next five years at least" she bid him farewell just like that, not explaining the why or anything else.
However, Loimos did not bother with the antics of some living and just moved onto his way, though, he was aware that it was a rather big boon, to have access to the capital, he didn't know what this academy was about, but judging by Antieeld and her personal bodyguard, it ought to be a rather important place.