'Tough' the spine did not snap, the girl's body was not ripped in two, guts did not fly everywhere, not only because Loimos's power output and her defences meant that it would be difficult to inflict such severe damage, but also because the champion of earth, Filiusorci casted mud to soften the impact.
No matter, Loimos could tell that a vertebrae had been displaced, their healer was competent, but not good enough to heal something of this nature with spells, she would have to get busy to hope to put it back in place, and even then, the talented blade was not standing back up for a while.
Filiusorci had not lost sight of the undead as he was falling head first, catching himself with tendrils of earth, demonstrating his mastery over his element, he slid over mud, coating his hand and forearm with condensed earth, ranged spells actually capable of making the vile corpse let go would strike her as well, and Loimos was far from above using someone as a meatshield, so instead, he closed the distance, eyes locked onto the faint glow.
Chills ran along his back, there was no denying it, he, and everyone else, were afraid.
Loimos was supposed to be cornered, but they still struggled to inflict damage upon him, a wounded beast was most dangerous they said, but even when locked out of pretty much his entire skillset, the skeleton did not appear anywhere near being out of options, he commanded fear upon the hearts of the living.
Rising up to his full height, Loimos threw Hoffnu away, her afflicted figure serving as a shield as the champion of water, Defoim'nocle, also approached from another direction, catching herself in much the same as her fellow, certainly aiming to do the exact same thing as him as well, the other livings were soon to arrive, but a fortuitous side effect of sacrificing pretty much all of his reserves to steal victory over Thanatok, was that he had made himself nearly impossible to detect, by simple virtue of divesting himself of all that could give away his position.
For the next few seconds, as dust and debris covered view and shrouded all sounds, those two were on their own, none would dare aim a spell randomly, indeed, Loimos predicted that either Forven, or Helena would unleash a gust of wind to clear the dust.
In that instant, as they took in the scene within, he would already be done with those two, powerful they may be, one needed much more to trump over the one death had marked as its champion, stomping his foot, the undead assumed a limited form of harbinger's harvest.
Loimos's personal fighting style was built upon every single thing he could do, every single ounce of power he could unleash, a perfect coalescence of learned and crafted fighting styles, grafted together.
Even if limited to the movements of a human, it was a treasure trove, and it went without saying that it had been made into a grand battle art as well.
It was a bit ridiculous, but to get it to output the sort of strength he envisioned, he had to engage in practices considered idiotic to the wider fighting community, but arts were arts, and something so fundamentally counter productive would always yield good results.
"Palm strike" hearing words spoken in pale tongue, said in a language he could understand, Filiusorci guarded against exactly what had been told, his armour of earth cracking and breaking into pieces.
"Stomp" it certainly helped that Loimos was literally spelling out his moves, but the end result was that the strength put behind the strikes were dealing damage even through his defences, the champion of earth was naturally more prone to blocking than evading, Loimos knew this, and he thus assumed a fighting style geared toward breaking through earth, the sky was not the limit in harbinger's harvest, everything you could want was to be found inside.
Spinning around most majestically, his torn, dark mantle twirling, Loimos kicked dust and shattered pieces of stone up at the champion's face, Defoim'nocle had caught Hoffnu in a bubble of water and had just sent said bubble floating out of the roused dust.
The veil was soon to be lifted, the skeleton knew this.
"Right hook" third time's the charm, he did not follow through with his words, hitting Filiusorci in the chest with another palm strike, the champion did not miss the fact that this particular palm strike was not the same as previously, their were only so many different ways to go about it, and it wasn't the posture taken that worried him, but the fact that like an oar in water, it pushed the energies in the air.
Reflexively, he had reinforced his chest, only to realise that the ambient energies in the air were not pushed inside of him, or even used to empower the strike, in fact, Loimos didn't even hit him hard at all.
The wild energies just stuck to him harmlessly, also sticking to the undead's palm, allowing him to pull the champion in, and then get him with an actual right hook, moving forward as he struck, Loimos shoved the living's face right into the ground below.
Defoim'nocle was already preparing a spell, still stuck to the champion of earth, Loimos swung him above his head and into the ground again, kicking him off toward the champion of water, that woman was too worried about her allies for her own good, rather than avoiding and counter attacking, she focused on catching him, it was just her personality, but it was something Loimos knew how to exploit to his advantage.
Attention diverted, he reached without any hassle, grabbing her arm, twisting it behind her back, the skeleton shoved his fingers in between the bars of his visor, retrieving the piece of shield shrapnel that had lodge itself in earlier, stabbing down onto her elbow, right in between the junction linking the humerus to the ulna and radius, with a sick crunch, tearing her arm right off, , the shrapnel falling to pieces, following by grabbing her hair and punching directly to face and then the solar plexus in quick succession.
Lifting his foot, stomping down on the fallen Filiusorci's chest, breaking ribs, right on time as the expected gust of wind finally came, only a few seconds had passed since it had even risen, Loimos had still eliminated three threats to him.
It was a shame that neither were dead, but with what he had available, the line between killing and putting out of commision was wider than usual, every single instant was of importance, he had to make a most dire concession, and not grant them a free ticket to visit oblivion.
Kicking off the ground, Loimos was already rushing down someone else, the livings had been spread out all around by the fall, bolts came for him, act of the talent holder of crossbow, Molc.
He was accurate, but required too much time to fire off a truly powerful shot, Loimos had no need to worry about him for now, he was posted on another ruin further away, hidden somewhere and certainly moving around.
The undead was already upon his next victim.