Moving through the brush as it stood in his way Liam twisted and ducked through the branches to avoid being hit in the face as he moved toward the smoke. Looking forward, Liam could make out buildings not even forty feet away.
"Another village" Liam pondered to himself?
Either way he needs to find more supplies and hopefully a map of the area at least so that he could orient himself. Stepping outside of the tree line Liam came upon the first person he's seen in a long time. Liam's mind began to ponder over the fact that this village was untouched for some reason. He decided to be cautious and as he moved toward the person who had been bent over tending to the flowers by the home in front of him he decided to place the sword in its sheath and pretend to be a vagabond looking for work. Liam having decided to conceal his true intentions called out to the seemingly man in front of him.
"Oh my Yuilop" called out the large framed woman as Liam observed her face after she snapped her head towards Liams call.
"Yuilop?" Wondered Liam having not heard that expression, however before he could think too heavily on the strange remark he realized why he thought the woman in front of him was male.
Towering over even Liam who was around six foot four was this purple skinned behemoth in front of him. Having not considered the chance of stumbling into a person of Cambion blood. Liam's heart raced intensely, and as quick as he could he moved his right hand to draw the blade out of the sheath. Shaking as the women realized Liam was drawing his sword she froze, and as she cried out in fear, her husband who was still home rushed out the door.
Liam, who had seen his comrades, who he trained and had bonded with die because of them, had ingrained a deep hatred for all Cambions. Liam's hand gripped hard on the tanned leather of the sword's handle and moved the weight of his sword as he twisted his body with intent to bisect the monster in front of him in two. Liam felt the familiar feeling of the resistance of flesh as his muscles strained to push and cut his enemies muscle and bone in two. Liam glanced at the woman lying on the ground in front of him still alive and fine, and looked down at the two parts of the demon man that was laid before Liam. Having no time to ponder due to the loud noises the Cambion's wailing and tears were producing he replicated his stance and swung his blade separating her head from her shoulders. Displaying no regret in his actions Liam walked through the flowing blood and stepped into the couples house to look for food and to hopefully find a bearing on his location.
Stepping in the house the pungent smell of cooked meat hit Liam. He smiled as he thought of being able to rest, and he looked around the house. A window above the counter looking outside of the house towards the woods that Liam stumbled out of. Looking beyond the food sitting on the kitchen counter Liam turned to the table sitting in front of him. Two bowls laid on top with spoons for whatever was cooking, two seats were pushed up against the table as well.
"Surprisingly comforting" Liam whispered under his breath as if he didn't believe himself.
Looking down the only hall of the house revealed a door swung open. Probably due to the man's hurried run due to the woman's cry. Looking in the room he found nothing interesting. Only one bed and a single night stand. Looking through the night stand he saw what seemed to be a wedding band, which brought a grimace to his face as memories that had been repressed tried to break free. In a desperate attempt to distract himself, Liam began scanning for anything he could use. Unfortunately luck wasn't on his side entirely and as Liam stuffed dried mystery meat in his bag for a last resort he regretted not being able to find anything else useful.
However, regardless of his luck there were still more than enough chances for Liam to find what he needed. Liam still had the rest of the village's houses to loot through. The thought was relieving and Liam smirked for the first time in days. His rest was short lived though, as Liam heard footsteps of a group moving toward the house most likely drawn by the noise of what just transpired. The group will probably find the bodies on the side of the house Liam assumed, and his intuition paid in full as if planned by time itself, as the group cried out and exclaimed for vengeance.
His eyes followed the noise and rested on the door. Light reflected off the floor and illuminated the difference between the wooden floor and the bloody footprints he dragged in the home. The same bloody footsteps that lead straight to where Liam was standing thanks to his ignorance.
"Great" he remarked, scoffing in hate for his impulsiveness.
Regardless of his stupidity Liam prepared and raised his sword preparing for the incoming conflict. Liam prepared to ambush them with what little time he had, regardless of how tired he was, the strength of his resolve prepared him for the upcoming slaughter.