Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

With two bone claws and other tricks operational once more, Loimos stood on the outside of the gate supposedly preventing people from getting in, this night wasn't nearly as bright as a full moon but the moonlight was shining somewhat either way, not that it mattered for Loimos, but One was bringing along some livings, it was unlikely that they all had great vision in the dark.

The streets were once again empty, save for a few younglings that had ran through the streets a few minutes ago, it was certainly hard to imagine that some great criminal activities were constantly brewing just out of sight of Findpasser, One was selling drugs to fund her project, and from what she had said, they weren't soft in the least, so the fact that Loimos had yet to stumble upon anyone under its influence was rather suspicious.

It didn't take much longer for the vampire and her temporary colleagues to show up, and they looked just as Miqi was described, save for some details he hadn't mentioned, One walked over and leaned up against the undead.

"This is Loimos, he'll be helping us today" the undead nodded, as it seemed like the vampire wasn't wholly certain that he wouldn't attack anything that breathed on sight.

Loimos wasn't a wild animal, he could work with a few livings here and there, he would still be plotting their downfall as an entire group at the end of the day.

Miqi had been right to be afraid of these women, they all indeed seemed mentally deranged in some way.

Two, the desert woman was holding onto a long spear with a bladed point, appearing more suitable to cut and clave than to pierce, she was just staring at the ground, deeply in thought, which she had been even as she had been walking over.

Three, the one with the unusual green blade just seemed itching to murder someone, all the while wearing a pleasant smile on her face and whistling a tune.

As for Four, well it seemed rather obvious face to face that she wasn't a human at all, from afar, one might make the mistake but upon closer inspection, it should have been clear that she wasn't even close to being one.

Apart from One, they didn't seem very interested in the concept of armours, none were wearing an effective set of protective gear, but One had said that she needed them, so they were surely going to show him that they didn't need any.

"Let's get down to business, one of the entrances to their underground is in a house nearby" the vampire led the way, it was a very good thing that no one was out, the mere sight of them gathered together would be enough to make children cry.

Arriving before a home like any other, Loimos could confirm that two livings were inside, sitting down and playing some kind of card game, he still couldn't use his synesthesia to its fullest extent when it came to his senses to detect life force unfortunately.

The woman with the green blade took the lead, assuming a similar stance to the man that wielded a similar blade, but she was clearly on another level entirely, the man had mostly relied on the capacities his sword arts brought him to fight, but she was seemingly able to maintain the absurd acceleration granted by the art.

From the undead's point of view, it was like the door burst open at the same time the two men inside had their heads detached from their bodies, one of them playing his cards before truly dying.

Arts were truly an interesting concept, Loimos had tried to replicate the movements of the man from back then, and despite doing so flawlessly, he had been unable to achieve the expected result, clearly, the arts held conditions beyond the stance.

"One, those are freaking weak, absolute bums picked off the shit-flooded streets!" she complained, kicked one of the headless corpses down before sheathing her blade once more, the weapon free of any blood.

"Those are just the lookouts, tastes like crap" meanwhile, the bug-eyed woman took a bite out of one of them, shaking her head unfavourably.

Clearly, the food was too bland for her liking.

One was also busy with gathering the blood into a floating sphere, showing that she wasn't very experienced as she struggled to do it for a little while, finally, the bodies themselves were disposed of by Loimos.

Meanwhile, the one with the spear pried open a hatch in the ground, barely hidden underneath a rug, the locking mechanism was protruding from the ground, creating a bump on the chosen method of concealment, clearly, the criminals weren't trying really hard.

The covert nature of their dealings must have made it so they were never bothered in the first place, considering that Armond had been part of their group as well, it wasn't farfetched to believe that many other guards also worked for them.

Loimos dropped down there first, able to confirm that the black market was just ahead, bustling with customers that were probably not from Findpasser, the passage leading there was rather cramped, they would have to each step out into sight of everyone one by one.

"Two, you're up! Do the spin thingy" One spoke to the dark-skinned woman, who acquiesced with a nod and moved on ahead, after much brushing past everyone.

Stepping out into the open, she cracked her neck and raised her spear above her head, everyone was either busy trying to negotiate prices and looking down with hoods over their heads to conceal their identity, so they took an awful lot of seconds to notice her spinning her weapon at high speeds.

This time, it was no battle art, she just spun her spear in place to build up momentum before turning into what could be essentially described as a tornado of blood and dismembered bits.

"It hurts to think so much blood is going to get mixed in with filth"

Once the gorey tornado concluded, the rest of them were already out of the narrow tunnel, ready for carnage, as the hysteria of the people settled in, nearly all of the other ways inside the underground collapsed on themselves, the other passages linked to the outside of the city, so they had already been rigged with explosives, now detonated by One's diligent, unwilling workers.

As for the way they had gone in themselves, the monster woman spat something back at it, which deployed into thick, sticky spider webs.

There were no ways out.