Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

But the knights of the south were as strong as an ox, that was the minimum required to begin to be considered a knight in service to the warking, stopping the violent strike of a heavy mace with only a single hand, the male knight soon grabbed the handle itself, forcing the headless be taken for a short spin, the being in white sent away as the mace dispersed into a haze of purple, clapping both hands together, manifested a sword in each hand, the design of each of the weapons he had brought forth was never seen before by the knights, forged out of unknown black iron, with mysterious techniques.

Striking a particular pose, arms crossed, blades close to his collar, slashing with both at the air before once again engaging the knights, this time however, the headless pointed at the closest one.

"Is it casting a spell?" asked the man.

"I think he is requesting that we go one at a time" responded the woman, from her perspective, it seemed like this abomination was asking for honourable one on one duels, although debatable, he had certainly seemed to begin this confrontation by trying to assassinate their trainee by surprise.

Not respecting his wishes, both of them moved to opposite sides, sliding their hold upon the shaft of their spears, thrusting from as far as was possible, each of their attacks redirected and deflected, their enemy stepping back without counterattacking, there was plenty of space to backstep endlessly.

The female knight grasped her spear like a club, sweeping at the headless's feet, jumping over the attack, their opponent predictably expected the male knight to strike whilst airborne, there were rarely any better occasion to land a square hit than when one was hopelessly flailing around without a hold upon solid ground.

And it seemed like this was what would happen, but the knight was clearly not committing to any attack, the white figure quickly realised that, but the female knight had already unsheathed the sword strapped to her side, rapidly sending it soaring through the air, managing to stab halfway through its target's stomach, only dust pouring out. Find your next adventure on My Virtual Library Empire

Which the headless was fast to kick up at the man's helm slits, turning on his heels, wrenching out the blade into a cloud of dust, submerged portion of this weapon rusted and gnawed at, throwing it back at its owner, his own weapons turning to mist once again, tackling the woman with a shoulder bash, throwing her into the mud, another strike of lightning illuminated the night brightly.

Rising his right hand like a dagger was held within, no weapon appeared as the trainee reacted, running the abomination through the side with his own spear, straining his arm to raise the absurdly heavy being, throwing the one in white away.

Letting go of one's main weapon was rarely a good move, especially when the enemy seemed capable of switching his own weaponry at will, but the young man was not stupid, to even be a knight trainee was already a steep curve, he only required further experience and battles to become a bonafide knight.

His male senior had already regained his sight, appearing behind the headless, skewering the vile being from behind, lifting the thing in white with much more ease, his female senior also quick to get back to her feet, stabbing right through as well, both knights maintaining thor opponent helpless, seemingly unhurt, but without much room for movements.

"Your lantern!

Use it!" one of them shouted, the trainee throwing the light source without question, the oil held within spreading over the pale garment, it's efficiency was not to be proven, even under this torrential downpour, the headless lit up in mere seconds, still, he did not writhe in pain or anything of the likes, calmly assessing the situation, contorting the body, taking hold of both spears, and using that as leverage to twist himself, forcefully tearing himself away from them, cascades of dust came flowing out.

Attacking immediately again, both of their weapons went right through the headless, his entire figure fading away, a haze bursting through the three of them, the white shade reappearing a small distance away, the flames completely gone.

Stomping the ground, a circular assortment of glowing purple appeared, making way for a horse covered entirely by a white veil, their enemy taking off into the night.@@novelbin@@

Bringing out their lanterns, the two seniors were capable of telling that their pale friend had already taken too much advance on them.

"That… What was this thing?" asked the trainee.

"Well Isilt… I don't have a flying clue!"

"I've never heard of this, how in hell did that thing have no head at all? If anybody knows what that is, it would be those degenerates pyromancers"

"Come now, don't slander our new allies, Tarq, we should be focusing on this fellow in white, that wasn't a good sign, the weather wasn't great and all, but it was a close one"

"Indeed, he threw you to the ground like a piece of trash Ilte! Ah ah!" quickly ceasing his laughter, sensing a bad gaze directed toward him, Tarq coughed.

"...But yeah, that was not a great sign, did you notice something particular about his fighting style, Isilt?" changing the topic, asking a question to the trainee.

"Hurm, our enemy seems capable of summoning weapons at will! Although it appears like he needs to discard whatever is currently in use before switching… And he can also summon a horse! He was riding it when he tackled me, I am certain, so it needs some time to appear, but next to none to disappear…" he spoke clearly and quickly.

"Wipe that off your face, I can hear your smile trainee!" Ilte laid her hand upon the top of his helm, moving it from left to right, right to left.

"You are correct, but you focus too much on the flashy stuff, Tarq meant the way he handled his weapons, it is not a good sign because despite clearly showing skill, that headless thing was making basic mistakes, which you completely missed despite having a wide view of the fighting…"

"Did it?"

"...Yes it did, when moving forward, the headless would not use the full range available, stepping closer than necessary, and aiming weird as well, as though thinking that it was actually shorter than it truly is, the enemy is apparently not used to its body, but obviously has skill, maybe that's the actual reason, maybe not, what matters is that its not at its best just yet, and we let it go"

"The farmers will be needing extra protection, but if it decides to strike at night, we might actually lose some of our citizens"

Crossing her arms, she sighed.

"Not to mention that it seems impervious to damage…"