'By the gods… It sucks not to have my usual strength and abilities…' Griar would be able to easily heal the wound in his forearm, but this wasn't his body that he was controlling, and thus, he had to keep the head of the pickaxe lodged into the wound, lest he would start to bleed profusely.
And from there, he would just grow sluggish, lose consciousness, and probably die.
Frankly, that was far from the worst thing about this situation, though.
'...Isn't Loimos still 'young' in this mory? What the hell am I looking at?!' he hoped that the mory wasn't truly accurate and that sothing weird was happening, like in the mory of the small underground world.
Because right now, a flaming skeleton was running after him through a field of pumpkins, spreading the inferno as he did not slow down one bit, even as the flas devoured his clothes and turned his bones black with soot.
The only saving grace in this particular mory was that Griar was in the body of a man with good stamina, most certainly a farr used to hard labour. So with the small headstart that he had gotten, he had been able to make and then maintain so distance from the undead.
Loimos was dangerous, but he wasn't yet incredibly fast. A man in good health had the potential to run away from him, but Griar was wounded, and he would soon begin to slow down as this body's stamina ran out. Loimos would maintain his top speed without a problem.
Griar had no idea where he was. He might not even be anywhere near Throdqdmond for all he knew–But thankfully, he soon ran into what seed like so sort of swampy area. It might slow him down, but it would also slow Loimos down, and might just allow Griar to catch his breath.
If he could make it out of the swamp before Loimos, then he had good odds of creating enough distance to actually survive this encounter.
Griar leapt into the swamp, but after a few seconds, he turned around to see Loimos standing still near the bank of the swamp, still burning.
The young man found the sight most disturbing. What in damnation would cause the pure undead, the scourge of all life, to just stop in his pursuit of a living like this?
Rain began to fall, and the flaming skeleton was extinguished, the soot coating his bones falling apart as rot regrew where it belonged. Griar understood why Loimos had stopped as well.
It wasn't that the skeleton was wary of the swamp. It was that thanks to his ability to sense life force, he knew there was no point in giving chase any longer.
'Crap… I should have thought about the possibility, shouldn't I have?' Griar felt sothing near him, hiding under the murky water.
An alligator grabbed and death rolled Griar. The young soon awakened in the body of yet another person. The situation was one he was personally familiar with. He had taken over the body of a married man with several children, and currently, he was lying in bed next to his wife after a long day of work.
By this point, Griar held no doubt that every mory was about a person who was slain by Loimos, apparently around the ti during which he was more well-known as the 'Sad-Faced Man' rather than as the exterminator of all that lives.
Griar rose from the bed and decided that running away might not be the best solution. He wasn't quite certain what he could gain from getting slaughtered repeatedly by Loimos, but he felt that trying to avoid the undead would accomplish even less.
So he rose and decided to go check on the man's children. He fully expected to see a most horrifying scene upon opening the door to their rooms, but they were all sleeping peacefully, clearly alive and well.
'Will he break in like in the previous mory? Or is he already inside the house?' Griar had no way of knowing, and it was quite nerve-racking. He knew that he ran no risk at all, but getting killed over and over again by Loimos was still far from pleasant. Even if 'death' in these mories was nothing more than a mild mont of darkness akin to blinking.
Griar checked the entire house, but found no trace of the undead, so in the end, he simply returned to where he had co. Only to end up with a knife through his neck as soon as he opened the door.
'Oh… Had he been hiding under the bed this entire ti…? What the hell is wrong with him-?'
"Hey, what's up with you? Why are you spacing out all of a sudden?"
Griar found himself in soone else's body. His surroundings were reminiscent of when he had been in the body of a frail woman. This seed to be the sa place, not the exact sa street, though…
"It's nothing, I was just thinking" replied Griar in a voice that definitely did not belong to him.
'Do I actually get to have so allies this ti?' he found himself inside the body of a fairly strong man, so sort of bandit according to his mories, and he was accompanied by two of his fellow bandits.
He figured that he might be able to put up a fight this ti, but Loimos knew how to turn a trio into three lone wolves. The first thing that happened was that the undead popped out from an unexpected spot after baiting everyone's attention away.
And he tackled Griar into a well… The attack wasn't lethal in the least since the well was rather small and narrow. Because of this fact, however, Griar struggled to get out of the well… By the ti he freed himself, his two fellows were already dead.
One had had his skull caved in using a brick, and the other had been stabbed right in the mouth, choking on his own blood.
Griar unsheathed the machete, the person he was controlling always kept with him.
Loimos, still garbed as the Sad-Faced Man, casually tore a leg from a table, wielding it as a club as he approached.
Griar wasn't the most dexterous at handling weapons, but he felt that being unard against Loimos would be an enormous mistake. For a long minute, the undead didn't attack and rely circled Griar.
There was sothing deeply abnormal about facing Loimos. Griar had been in a number of fights, and he had learned from skilled people. He knew that there were certain things to look out for when in a fight, but Loimos was not normal.
There was no way to tell when, and even if he was going to attack. He was rely here. It was certain that an attack would eventually co, but the undead was so unreadable that even that obvious certainty felt weak and unreliable.
In the end, Griar decided to make the first move, stepping forward and swinging his machete at the corpse… The skeleton countered by swinging his makeshift weapon, intentionally doing so in a way so that the machete would embed itself into the wood at an odd angle.
Then, as the blade was stuck, Loimos just let go of his weapon, letting it weigh down on the machete, and thus forcing Griar to also drop his blade as the undead attacked with a right hook.
Griar evaded the strike and countered with an uppercut, his knuckles hurting as they made contact with the corpse's bony chin. The blow that would put the average man on the ground did very little against the undead, who instantly landed a liver punch to Griar.
The bandit's body was not good enough to push through such pain, giving way for Loimos to land another hit.
The skeleton kicked Griar right in the knee, destabilising his posture before finishing his three-piece combo with a punch that landed straight against Griar's chin, making him see stars for a mont as he forced himself to step back from the undead.
'This body is no good, but I still have my experience…' Griar pushed through the pain and dizziness, tackling the corpse and attempting to get Loimos into a hold. At this stage, Loimos shouldn't be capable of anything technical, so a regular hold should have the capabilities to restrain him, just like it would for a human.
The punch the bandit just sustained led to Griar's hold being sloppy, however.
Loimos easily found a flaw in the hold and headbutted Griar.
The young man was dazed further, but did not relent, and attempted to still push on with his hold, but it was useless. The bandit's body couldn't follow the demands made of it.
Griar only grabbed the undead's mask, tearing it off and revealing the skeleton's skull.
He stumbled, and his back hit a wall.
"You're one ugly motherfucker…"
The bandit had his throat ripped out by Loimos's teeth, and the last thing that Griar saw whilst controlling the man's body was Loimos putting the mask back on.
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