Unfair

Crawling up the high walls, the death hunter felt his chances diminishing by the seconds as the blood moved, he had no good way of closing the distance between himself and Loimos, the undead was insisting on keeping his distances as well, even when the gap was breached, the skeleton would dodge any attack coming his way by taking himself apart and launching his body parts away.

He wasn't even attempting anything else, he most certainly could have caught the leader of the hunters by surprised with another launching manoeuvre, he had learned many ways of fighting, many tricks and techniques, his augmentation using death force would probably be able of harming the living over the course of multiple hits.

But he just didn't, and it was obvious why, the entire area would soon be covered in blighted blood, it wouldn't take much longer before the halls began to truly begin to flood, the hunter could see that a wall of rot had been erected further behind the undead.