Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead
Moulded from rot and souls, Loimos is born as an undead, as a skeleton. An undead linked to the weakest category of its kind, yet, he has something no other of the dead have. He is pure. Follow the journey of Loimos as he fulfils his duty and hunts down the living with extreme prejudice and faces off with the hypocrisy of those who live in death. In a world thriving with life, magic and heroes, he stands as the solution and its end.
Fear The Night : Taken In The Storm
Bloody foam gathering from within, spreading out upon lips and face, Milo fell onto the ground, back first with a loud slam, his entire weight crashing down, reaching to pull the sword back out, Loimos was met with resistance as Griar was still not staying down.
The last strike had trouble his breathing however, ignoring the banshee-like cry coming from the mages, Loimos kicked at the living's ankle, forcing Griar to lower himself, setting him up for a punch directly to the top of his head, throwing him face first into the ground.
A violent gust of wind crashed into the skeleton's face, the power might be greater, but it now lacked finesse, the force of the blow was enough to take him off the ground and send him away, but the blow was not focused or precise enough to inflict real damage.