Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Apart from the three of them, the room was only filled with a rather lavish desk, poorly painted art pieces and stacks of coins in a corner behind the branded man, the walls were carved roughly through the stone, the ceiling was a good height to accommodate for the large orc, but all in all, the room was much longer than it was wider.

The green-skinned fellow stomped forward, shaking the room, he towered well over Loimos, not much in terms of sheer height, but his shoulder width was simply enormous, multiple Loimos would be able to stand next to one another before reaching the same size.

Pulling out the short black blade, Loimos mimicked the movements of its original owner perfectly, tricking the orc into thinking he was better at wielded the blade than he really was, still, he didn't back off and simply frowned, banging on his chest, the dull sound of metal hitting metal filling the room.

The orc wasn't wearing much armour at all, only a chestplate and some of the leg pieces, his bulging arms were left completely unprotected, and unfortunately for the undead, his opponent was well aware of this, banging on his chest and letting out a warcry was the necessary requirement to activate was battle art to reinforce his bare body against sharp weapons.

His fists wrapped with spiked gauntlets, he charged toward the skeleton, who maintained his position, seeing someone completely unbothered by his murderous charge, with which he was slain many in a single hit was rather troubling, so he adapted and broke his momentum with nothing but the strength of his arms, instead switching up to a kick aimed straight at the center of Loimos's mass.

Like an eel, the undead weaved his body in an uncomfortable-looking position, somehow regaining his balance without a hitch, the undead ran around the orc whilst he still had one leg up in the air, sliding back and attempting lodge the tip of his sword into the back of the knees of his adversary.

But the blade on bounced back harmlessly as it met with something harder than itself, crumpling to the ground and rolling away to avoid the counterattack, the two of them returned to their first positions, both having failed to do any harm, Loimos sheathed his blade for it was clearly useless.

Instead stepping back and probing the exploded cadaver he had made his bloody entrance with, shifting its entire mass into his own rot, compressing into a ball, turning a portion of the inside into fluid blood, compressing everything further again, but instead of using it to attack, he put it away and manifested a torrent of blood himself as the orc wasn't going to let him to his things so easily.

Backing up against a wall, the undead feigned surprise, unnecessary for his green enemy was already in the process of punching forward, the strike landed straight where the skeleton's stomach should have been, the orc only felt the hardness of the wall however, all of the rot and bones had been moved out of the way, the hard impact against the wall caused dust to fall from the ceiling, a wave of vibrations coursing through his body as a result of the manoeuver.

"Watch the hell out! Do you want to get buried alive?!" the branded man had retreated further into the room, hiding behind his desk and chair like a scared little mouse, there was no way for him to hope to help the orc fight anything, so he was hanging back and not getting in the way.

"Don't you worry boss, I've got the freak!" the green fellow smiled brightly, showing off his tusks more than able of grinding the undead's bone straight into bone meal.

Saying this, he used his other fist to try and pop the skull of Loimos, against a wall, it was certain to work out perfectly, despite having already shown his resistance to being beheaded, the skeleton didn't allow the orc to check if crushing was the same, his head, as though his neck had gone flaccid, went swinging down up against his chest, resulting in the orc once against hitting nothing but the wall.

Using the shock of having his opponent breaking their own neck spontaneously, Loimos pulled the compressed ball of rot filled with blood, he hadn't stopped compressing further and further ever since he had hidden it away, his hands moved right in front of the living's face, the small, dense ball of rot spun up in the air right into front of his eyes.

The orc didn't really know what he was looking at, with both palms, Loimos clapped down on the rot creation, rupturing the rot and propelling the packed blood forward, the accuracy left to be desired, but at point blank, the undead didn't have to worry about this.

The black blood surged in a line, missing the living's eye only by a little bit and striking him against the side of his nose, managing to leave a hole and burn on it, drops of the vile liquid ending up inside of his ocular globe anyways.

Reeling back at the sudden pain, the living brought his hands up to face, feeling the small drops of blood squirming around and digging into his soft bits like festering insects, the pain was nigh unbearable, and his vision on his left side was plagued by growing dark spots.

"Hey watch out-" the other man inside the room tried warning the orc, but it was futile, Loimos was already leaping on the orc like a rabid hound, shoving two fingers into the still good eye, popping the entire thing out of its sockets before injecting a small amount directly into the now hollow space, the orc grabbed the skeleton and threw him away before starting to blindly thrash around until he finally collapsed as the corrosive blood dug into his brain.

"Oh gods- Hey, surely we can speak about this? I have lots of money, I have a few connections to plenty of markets as well! Slavery is banned on Viridis, but I can still get you one, what do you like man?" the man, apparently the boss of this place, put his hands in front of him, like he was trying to calm down some dangerous predators approaching him.

Loimos put all of his bones back in his their intended places and began walking toward the last living in this room, the man in question could only look powerlessly at his supposedly secret escape tunnel, which had been collapsed the same as the rest, despite the display of power, he didn't even realise that Loimos was an undead.

"Not interested in money and slaves? Those are temporary after all, I understand! I have a lot of goods you could choose from, maybe I could order something for you? Is there nothing that you like?!" he was forced into a corner as the undead didn't stop advancing upon him.

"You would not happen to be in possession of a map detailing the location of various dungeons and related buildings, would you?" the man went pale as Loimos addressed him with the pale tongue, feeling himself dry of all words.

Understanding that this was a no, Loimos stepped back and unsheathed his sword, slitting his throat.