Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

"In this case…" Iritim focused her reinforcement into her legs for an instant, unexpectedly closing the gap in between the two of them right after willfully creating it, transferring most of her augmentation to her right fist, she landed an uppercut squarely on Loimos, despite the blow not actually connecting with the mask itself, spiderweb cracks formed on its base.

'I'll just crush you to dust!' Loimos's head was thrown up by the blow, he enclosed both of his arms on her anyways, unbothered but hitting air nonetheless, she crouched down and moved to his side kicking up to the side of his face, the soles of her shoes digging in entirely.

It was all the more impressive considering that Loimos was a whole head taller than the priestess, yet, reaching so high didn't throw her off balance in the least, bending the knee of the leg still touching the ground and retaining her equilibrium whilst dodging the undead's sudden punch.

Following with a leg sweep, Loimos demonstrated that he too could twist his body as he wishes, of course, he had no flesh or muscles to worry about.

Iritim couldn't move away normally, but manifesting two small barriers by her sides, she used them as leverages to pull herself out of here, successfully evading the attack.

Holy energy coursing through her body, she directed a portion toward her hands, sending forth a small spike of energy straight at Loimos's head, he rushed forward, dropping to his knees to avoid the attack, sliding along the ground as black blood manifested below him, following him as he went.

Rot appeared behind Iritim, threatening to bind her as it expanded to her sides, she called forth another barrier, and instead prepared to meet Loimos, he stood up mid-glide, throwing a kick aimed at her guts.

The priestess had already guessed it, but the undead before her actually seemed rather knowledgeable in hands-to-hands combat, he may have been trying to misdirect her with his first few, more savage attacks, but it seemed obvious that he knew exactly what he was doing.

Reinforcing her forearms, she blocked the strike, one of her brows raising a great bit as she instantly realised that it was much too weak, Loimos had barely empowered his strike with death force, instead, a pocket of rot had appeared in between his kick and Iritim's defence, crushed by the blow, it exploded with an obscene amount of acidic black blood.

Its consistency made like that of water, its property concentrated to be has acidic has possible, the priestesses robe wasn't a mere piece of clothing, so even as she was caught by surprise, the drops didn't went right through, one simply grazed the side of her forehead, leaving a nasty chemical burn and going right through her hair.

The intense pain assaulting her senses made her grit her teeth, she didn't let go of the opportunity she had however, grabbing the skeleton's ankle with both of her hands, she sent strong pulses of holy energy as she threw him away, blasting it apart from sheer force.

Struck by a sudden formation of rot in her movement, it was easily removed, just in time to witness Loimos soften the throw by catching himself with even more rot.

"It's honestly aggravating how versatile that crap is" she spoke out loud, moving away from her previous spot and dispelling the barrier holding the previously manifested rot back.

Thankfully, she had managed to eliminate the black blood that had gotten in the wound on her face, she wouldn't want to know how this thing performed if it was allowed inside of her veins, she raised her arms into a defensive pose.

"You aren't susceptible to holy energy, this must mean that you were a user of it in life, surely, the undead life isn't what you wish for?" she had heard of undeads that didn't react to holy energy in general, but she had also been told that those undeads received such a blessing because they had been users of it themselves, their bodies, even deceased, remembered the holy.

Which was why even the dead could be clerics and priests, it was rare, but not unheard of.

Loimos appeared as calculative and rather sly, so she guessed that he was surely capable of communicating and remembering his past. Chapter Read:

Her thoughts meant nothing, and Loimos had already arrived at the conclusion that there was no need for him to speak, with a swing of his arm, a line of death miasma was sent forward, not certain that her basic barriers could stop the smoke of an undead attuned with the holy, Iritim had no other choice than dodge.

As she did so, Loimos began to move, crawling along the ground like mad beast, the priestess certainly couldn't have been expecting that he would be faster when made to move along the floor, he threw himself forward striking her in the side, pushing her away before raising more miasma and hiding himself within.

Focusing her energy, Iritim appraised the state of the necklace around her neck, it's effects were certainly great, however, she couldn't help but notice that its strength had diminished with each of the strikes the undead had landed on her, as such, she wasn't going to test her chances with the miasma it had created.

Bursting with holy energy, the miasma was cleared without resistance, and she was punched straight in the face, once again, without much force, black blood eating through the softer bits of her skin without problem and even corroding her teeth.

Having been preparing another miracle, her hands, shrouded with sharp energy, pierced right through Loimos's chest, annihilating part of his ribs and spine.

More black blood flowed onto her arm as the rot within Loimos contracted, leaving her stuck in place, raising her other hand, she hurriedly weaved in another attack, a spinning discus enveloping her hand.

The rot pinning her in place was infused with Loimos's potent death force, ensuring that she wouldn't break out easily, aiming to cleave him and half, and perhaps even her own arm if necessary, she could see that the undead wouldn't have time to stop her from doing so, both of his arms in poor positions.

The sliding of something sharp sounded out, a tendril of nothing but rot had creeped out from behind the skeleton and wrapped around the handle of the sword at his waist, it unsheathed the blade and lashed at her, or so she believed, the rot wasn't strong enough to swing a sword effectively, it only harmlessly threw the sword in a random direction.

But it was enough, Iritim had halted her movements for a moment, two sharp bones pierced through and out of Loimos's fist, slashing right across the priestesses neck.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Her miracles slowly degraded into thin air as she bled out, clutching at her neck, Loimos freed her arm and stepped back as she slumped to the ground.