Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Blocking a high kick, Nosferatu attempted to grab on to her ankle, which was a success, only that she cut it off herself, the limb regrowing near-instantaneously as blood rich with sunlight exploded everywhere, the drops mysteriously going the completely wrong course, missing the vampire completely.

He threw the disembodied foot away, dodging another kick and spinning around the elf, thrusting his hand like a spear at her lower back, claws nearing, Maiele arched her back forward like a contortionist, the upper portion touching with the vampire arms, allowing her to wrap one arm around, repositioning herself as she used Nosferatu's limb as a platform, turning around just enough to allow her legs to perfectly grab his neck into a lock.

Striking the undead's ugly maw repeatedly whilst trying to squeeze his head off his shoulders, smiling, Nosferatu grabbed her waist, spun around and slammed forth into the ground, but she did not let go of him even as he began tearing into her flesh, separating the sun-infused blood and flesh from him as he went, battling against her absurdly fast regeneration speed.

Ignoring the damage, Maiele inhaled, feeling a sense of exhilaration she had never experienced since mastering her domain and elven sun, it reminded her of the time before the system crowned her a hero, when she only had a weaker sunlight within her body, the joy and dread of fighting The Defiler and his awful flames was not yet equaled, but getting anywhere close was a vast improvement from the last aeons or so.

Raising her hand right in front of Nosferatu's face, his sickly green eyes shining with dark intensity, accumulating light in her shoulder, condensing and forcing more and more in this single spot, before sending it forth down her arm, and right as it was about to pass through her wrist, reach her hand, the very tip of her fingers, before it could get through this joint, she cut off her own hand.

Back then, when she lacked any means of using her powers outside of her body, she had discovered one way, albeit crude, albeit barbaric, she had been kindly exposed to this way of attacking by the relentless slashing of The Heretic's machetes in a time long past.

The unexpected amputation allowed for a pathway to form, light stuck within burst out into a chaotic spread, right in front of the gravelord's face, his bushy eyebrows rose in surprise, his predatory smile remaining in place as he gritted his teeth, his expression darkening with delight, something was slashed as the light struck true, turning the vampire as dark as charcoal before crumbling to pieces.

Liameilos moved way back, regrowing her lost hand regenerating from the lacerations, flesh and muscle growing over her exposed ribs, rubbing the back of her neck, half-scowling, half-smiling, sunlight coursing through her body, refilling the lost blood as she tore off her sleeves.

Her attention fell to a severed, large finger, adorned with a monstrous nail more akin to a claw, from which, pungent blood that seemed to corrode the very air, emerged and formed into the shape of the gravelord, body and clothes returning as before.

He didn't say anything, but he was clearly elated, his king was not speaking up either, Nitok's attention taken by something occurring afar.

Maiele had certainly pinned him and struck him perfectly with her attack, but none could restrain the strongest gravelord, a mere drop of his blood could be thrown onto the floor and allow him to reform entirely, with any loss to his power output and resilience, Nosferatu had since long mastered regeneration and learned to perfect it, which allowed for him to take hits upon hits and to go head first into traps without any chances of him actually getting trapped.

They readied themselves once more, Nosferatu assuming a blocky, boxing-like stance, Maiele Liameilos kept her hands open, one foot forward.

One focused solely on offence, the second more evasive and pertaining to severely punishing the opponent with deadly counterattacks.

Neither moved as their attention was also taken in the direction King Nitok had been staring in, the skeleton king turned to his gravelord, not very bothered.

"You sense this? Thanatok is firing something in our direction"

"That bastard, that's going to fire a hole in the miasma for certain" the vampire was not worried about anyone getting hit by this blast of life, it was slowly moving up, ending its course against the edge of King Nitok's barrier, more so a warning shot than anything, for the main course was the man in person, who had been riding upon the life, breaking right through the barrier, he landed in between Nosferatu and Maiele Liameilos, neither of them seemed particularly pleased by his arrival.

The elf rolled her eyes, the gravelord shrugged his shoulders.

"Thanatok Ynigós, it has been a long while, what brings you here today?" King Nitok fired a shard of solid darkness at the living, who deflected it.

"Oh Nitok, I am only here to pick up my elven associate, my interest has been wholly absorbed by a certain Loimos" he casually responded, eyeing Nosferatu and the undead king, the gravelord moved to his lord's side.

"I would have guessed so" King Nitok's eyes were flaring with his dark flames, bringing one hand to his chin, he signed for Nosferatu to step back, calling off the remnants of his barrier, motioning for the two living to leave.

"This plane is one of both life and death, of all sorts of existences outside of those two, but death, can reach them all"

"You two can go and live another day if you so insist, I would rather not have my crypt be damaged only for a stalemate, but do remember, your days are counted" King Nitok reminded them, him and The First Death Hunter staring at one another in silence for a few moments.

"We shall see to that" Thanatok Ynigós jumped away, cracking the roof as he landed on an orb of life, moving through the miasma unhindered.

"We might have been able of killing the Elven Light, but by the simple presence of Ynigós, our capacities are reduced, truly the worst enemy we could wish for" the king mused aloud tapping Nosferatu's shoulder.
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"True, no matter how many times I faced him, I never got close to actually defeating him, it was just an endless battle that would eventually turn to my disadvantage" the vampire responded.

"But let's look on the bright side, we have control over the continent and The Graveyard has developed the abilities I hoped for, not only that, but Loimos can defeat him, that's what he was created for…"

"On this note, go fetch him this way, and tell him that he is promoted"