Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Loimos suddenly broke his momentum, standing up and halting as though his feet were stuck to the ground, just before he completely lost his haste, he grabbed hold of one of the three katanas he had in reserve and threw it at the living, the sword spinning through the air like disc as he riled up a large amount of blighted blood, rising up a high wave obstructing Guorzo's sight as it approached.

Unafraid, the elite tilted his head back and unleashed a single fireball from his mouth, eradicating the tidal wave in one go, as was expected, Loimos didn't stay idle, and moved up to one of the marble-sized, compressed rot, crushing it with a clap of his hands, propelling the condensed bullet of corrosive blood directly at its target.

'That's much faster than the rest of his attacks!' surprised, but still all smiles, he blocked the dense blood bullet, the blood quickly evaporated in contact with his body, but it left a nasty chemical burn on his forearm nonetheless.

The undead moved from one marble-sized bullet to the other, but the living went on the move, hitting true on his target wasn't nearly as simple when they were moving at wild speed, in no time, Guorzo arrived before Loimos, hitting him in the chest with a flaming punch, which went straight through his chest without budging the undead as he deliberately moved his bones and made the targeted area brittle, it was in this instant that realisation finally dawned on the elite, as Loimos's coat and clothes burst apart, revealing his ribs, their shape and length deformed as he basically turned his chest into some sort of bear trap, the death enhanced bones tearing through the living's arm as he spurted acidic blood in every direction.

Bursting into flames, Guorzo wasn't going to allow even a drop of the blighted blood to enter his system even for a second, gritting his teeth as the pain surged through him, he turned the intense suffering into fuel for his strength as forced Loimos up in the air before violently throwing him to the ground, ribs still stuck in his arm as forcefully broke out of the undead's hold.

Looking like he had fallen from the clouds, Loimos, got himself back onto his feet, he had only lost the great majority of his ribs, nothing serious, his opponent however, he had lost access to his dominant arm.

Guorzo's right arm gushed with blood for a few moments before a layer of flames came to stop the bleeding, not the safest way of tending to his wounds, but he didn't have much of a choice, his muscles had been torn apart, and he was fairly certain smalls bits of the bone in his forearm had been broken off.

His limb wasn't completely useless, but he couldn't punch with it unless he wanted to worsen the injury, such nasty wounds weren't as easy to heal as clean cuts, Loimos's attacks were anything but clean, in every sense of the term.

Even then, he applied a layer of black blood to the blade of a katana, the second one in his arsenal as he came swinging at the elite, imitating the movements he had witnessed before, mixed in with his own flair.

Seamlessly mixing his natural capability at committing untold brutality, the skilled movements that could be make heads turn and fall, as well as the utterly bestial maneuvers, Guorzo was once more surprised, but not as much as before, now knowing that his enemy was an undead made things much more difficult.

'No wonder he tried to go for a battle of attrition, he literally can't lose no matter what he does!'

He groaned in pain as he moved around, his arm itching, it was like hundreds of ants were burrowing underneath his skin, unpleasant, but not exactly the first time he got hurt this badly.

'I played exactly how he wanted, cheeky bastard!' gritting his teeth into a grin, his entire body began to become coated in flames, the heat rose up so much that Loimos's clothes began to catch fire, cracking and getting out of shape.

Guorzo messed up and got harmed, being incapable of even slightly bending the truth in front of his lady, he would have to explain his idiotic mistake after failing to even consider the possibility after seeing the rot, undeads and everything else, all that was left to do was to crush the enemy.

Frankly, he didn't know much about undeads, he really knew nothing, no one had ever spoken of undeads, he had never seen one, heard of one anywhere before, he only knew the most basic of things about them, in Tochi, they were incredibly rare, even vampires rarely appeared despite being rather infamous in most places.

He only knew one thing, he was wounded, he had been tricked once, and his lack of knowledge could mean that he could be tricked again, as such, he had to employ his maximum power to end this fight right at this instant, even if doing so when unaware of the extent of your opponents capabilities was foolish.

He had to take the gamble.

"For Lady Syklon!" shattering the sword Loimos was holding, or rather, dispersing the molten iron as he struck it with his fist, kicking up at Loimos, pulling part of the ground alongside the strike, the undead went up in flames, but was quickly put out as he sweated liters upon liters of blood to counteract the fire.

But he was still pushed up in the air, without a good footing, even if he could twist himself into a box, his room for movements and evasions was lessened nonetheless, not that it mattered, Guorzo didn't intend on pushing and kicking, instead, he breathed in, expanding his lungs to their maximum capacity.

Using his art without alcohol was possible, it was simply much more straining, using booze made it much simpler, but resulted in less power, the opposite was also true, this was how his battle art had been created, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Like a dragon, a potent stream of fire crashed into Loimos, it was like the flames were physical, damaging him like the blows coming from countless maces as it pushed him up against the fiery storm, tearing him apart from two opposite sides.

The elite focused harder as he felt a deluge of black blood pushing up against him, but in the end, his strength was greater, the storm ceased, launching the burning corpse right into the remnants of a carriage, which also went up in flames.

"If the arena was released, then it means that you're done for!" Guorzo breathed heavily, his lungs burning, his muscles aching, he hadn't been expecting such a challenge when he first came here.

He tried reaching for one of his bottles of booze, but they had all succumbed to the intense heat, he was out of stock.

"Oh damn- It?" his eyes widened. Continue your saga on empire

Why was a blazing figure walking toward him? A mask fell to the ground, turning to ashes.

A darkened skeleton loomed over the kneeling elite, most of its ribs missing.

'But the arena was released! I felt the experience surge, how-'

He tried getting up to his feet, he somehow managed, but it wasn't steady.

Murderous teeth moved, striking against one another with a sickening clack.

Loimos didn't look great, his bones were charred, his left arm was missing its hand, consumed when he held it forward to block the fiery breath, his back partially shaved away by the powerful raging hot winds.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

But he was still standing, and as an undead, still perfectly able to fight at full power.