The wrath of gold pierced through all defences, ones natural resistances meant nothing before it, not only did gold go right through, it would also rip apart the defences as it passed, mimicking the greatest weakness of the target, in Loimos's case, the golden mana imitated Thanatok's devouring life, not perfect it may be, but it made for it thanks to its other aspects, which was to disrupt and destroy energies.
Milo's infused punches made the undead's body fail to respond properly, shaking the death within, Loimos was quick to adapt, controlling his movements by taking into account that they would lag behind his intent, pushing Milo's fist away, the undead moving the side of the diverted limb, backhanding the living in the face, gold snapped back like a zap of lightning.
