Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Milo dodged his sleazy attempts at grabs, punching him straight in the chest, the raving lunatic managing to step back, rendering the blow much less effective.

"Listen here buddy, my most filthy desire is marrying my girlfriend and founding a family, I don't think that fits into the whole defilement project of yours" Milo answered his question, making the man with an inferno in place of eyes drop his shoulders, and somehow, somehow visibly frowned despite not having any sort of flesh where it mattered for such an expression.

And he shed a tear, which instantly dried.

"My boy, you are boring, there is no other word! That's such a balless thing to say out loud, are you not ashamed? What else? Want to get a house? A stable job? Become a respectable man?

You make me sick to my stomach, consider investing into a man's phallus to replace your whiney bit" he rubbed over the dried tear, raising his hands.

"Don't you have anything else to say? To defend yourself from the degeneracy you just uttered of your own will? Like…" he mimed a most depraved action, he did it very well though, that impressed Milo for a second, that madman really conveyed such a precise act of lustful heresy with nothing but himself and his dexterity.

"Your skills as a mime are to be praised, but fuck you man, being infected by a mind-controlling fire that turns you insane does not give you the right to do… That"

"Perhaps, but it grants me a perfectly viable excuse" the madman blew air into his smouldering palms, sending a wave of flames forward, the orange fire covering the view entirely, behaving erratically and heading into a seemingly random direction after breaking free of the initial momentum.

It was no coincidence, Milo emerged from behind the blazing curtain, taking the heretic by surprise.

He tried to strike Milo with his right arm, but with fire absent from his limb, the student was able to seize hold of it, twisting around, bringing his elbow down on his enemy's own, bending the whole thing in the completely wrong direction.

Groaning in pain, though it sounded awfully like a moan, the heretic gritted his worn out teeth, forming a smile as the fire licking his skull and brain flickered darkly, bringing his face up to that of Milo, unleashing a hail of chaos, the proximity with the flame said to be capable of defiling the very gods themselves brought an odd feeling inside of the farm boy. Stay tuned to empire

He threw the madman away like a ragdoll, instead of getting out of the way of the bullets, he simply changed the way itself, taking a note out of Osworth's book, Milo rushed after the flying shape of the lunatic, grabbing him from behind and supplexing him directly into the rocky ground.

"Ahah, you're not very gentle!" despite the brain damage, he laughed anyway, contorting himself in painful ways to quickly get back in action, kicking Milo to the face before once again bringing his hands up to his face, calling unto the heretical fire.

Pulling the inferno into his mouth, onto his tongue as it condensed into a ball, burns appearing all over, preparing such an attack at close range could only mean two things in Milo's mind, either it was bluff to pull him closer, or it was a bluff to make him back away reflexively, then, the attack could be unleashed.

The farm boy was a simple man, if you open your mouth too much, he would shut you up, without hesitation, he uppercut the madman straight to the chin, forcing his lower jaw to reunite with its upper half, making him bite his own tongue off and knocking many teeth straight to dust.

Flying and spinning before impacting the ceiling, the heretic laid to the ground, twitching and chuckling.

Just as his three teammates emerged from the way out of this room.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Are you alright Milo?" Helena ran up to him, inspecting his condition.

"Yeah, just got kicked a bit" he replied.

"Argh, is that the one? Damn I be, my big sorries big guy, I wasn't aware of the specificities! Ah" with these parting words, the heretic passed away, the flames in his eye consuming his entire body in moments, leaving nothing of him behind.

"Let's find a way back to the surface, we'll report our findings" Antieeld spoke up, no one having any objection to this, they had just ran into both an ironic puppeteer and defiler of the holy, under odd circumstances at that, those findings were definitely worth a good deal of points in the test, now, they just needed to present them in a good way, that task befell Antieeld, much more apt at the arts of logical nonsense than any of them.

"It feels… A bit odd to kill someone, even if insane and under the will of something else, that guy had a very distinct personality" Milo said aloud, it was odd, but he did not feel nearly as bad as when he had had to put down the reanimated corpse of David, an act he still kept to himself.

"It's always weird to see anything that was alive, unmoving and with a blank stare, but it is what it is, killing is an integral part of knighthood" Griar rubbed the back of his neck, it was one of the first things imparted upon him in his training toward becoming a noble knight.

Antieeld just shrugged her shoulders, she supposed that it was normal to feel a bit reluctant to ending a life, but she had not ever felt that way, they lived in a world where a system rewarded killing with XP after all, even if not considered the main source to power, it was still here.

The quartet expected themselves to be split apart once more on their trip back to the surface, but were pleasantly surprised as nothing happened, the unexplored part of the mine they had been exploring had returned to its original state, Helena noting with a worried frown that the mage that had controlled the earth had done such a great job that he had left not even a speck of residuals anywhere.

That was certainly information worth reporting as well.