The bandit wielding the bow, unlike his boss had ample time to see Loimos coming, he slightly trembled, quickly realising that his two allies weren't going to be helping him right at this moment.
One down into a well and the other still reeling from a powerful blow right to the face, he was already in position to shoot.
Letting go of the string, his first arrow reached its mark, plunging right in the assailants chest, into where his right lung should be, without thinking, he readied another arrow, only noticing that Loimos hadn't slowed down at all from the first.
He shot again, his aim was somewhat thrown off by the shock but it was actually beneficial, not being an expert bowman, he always aimed for the chest since this was the easiest place to consistently hit.
Thanks to being distracted by surprise, the next one lodge went right for the head, unfortunately not piercing it, only striking the side of the head as it went past Loimos.
Still, it should have sorted his thoughts and yet, to the bandit's horror, he didn't slow down.
Loimos expanded his arms and took hold of the man as he ran right into him, propelling the two of them right through the filthy window.
It exploded into a shower of sharp shards, the two didn't land on the ground of the supposed shop, instead rolling over on a table.
The bandit managed to throw Loimos away, sending him flying further against the counter, hitting the back of his skull against the side of it.
The legs of the table broke mere moments later, sending the man rolling right onto the carpets of shards, earning a pained cry from him.
He didn't feel like moving or doing anything at all right now, but from the corner of his eyes, he could see Loimos standing back up like nothing.
"Ah! You motherfucker, are you on some drugs or something?! You've got a hole in your lung, get the fuck away from here!" he cursed loudly as he ignored the pain, pulled out a shard stabbed in his nose and spat on the ground.
Loimos wasn't impressed by his attempt at cutting this fight short and simply began walking toward him.
The two were in a confined space now, and it should be a given that the bandit wasn't going to stand idly like before when he now knew what sort of hijinks Loimos was willing to pull to murder him.
The bandit had certainly never imagined that his opponent would put himself in harm's way like he had just done.
'I lost my bow… And my arrows went flying everywhere…' the bandit took hold of his dagger, it had thankfully not been flung away in the struggle.
He inspected his surroundings, but apart from the destroyed table, a bunch of sharp shards and the counter, this place was barren of anything much.
The two doors he could see were boarded up too, leaving only the window as an exit, but big shards were still stuck on the extremities, he wasn't confident that he would be able to leap through without getting himself stuck.
"You guys better hurry the hell up!" he shouted as loudly as he could.
At least one of his companions should be capable of doing something, he may have been slugged in the face, but that had probably not knocked him out.
Loimos kicked up some shards right at the bandit's face, shielding his eyes and closing his mouth, he still swung his dagger.
Feeling the blade sink into something, he smiled until he moved his other arms from in front of his eyes.
"Goddamn freak-!" he was interrupted as Loimos punched him in the ribs.
He reciprocated by repeatedly striking Loimos in the face but it wasn't doing much, it felt somehow mushy.
The bandit had indeed managed to stab Loimos, but only on the undead's terms, the dagger had sunk into the skeleton's palm, he had grabbed the bandit's hand, locking them both in place where they could only beat each other up without any sort of finesse.
A true slugfest.
The bowman was a dirty fighter, he tried to kick his foe in the crotch, only to be alarmed by the lack of response, in fact, his leg was locked in place, putting him in a less than ideal situation.
Using this moment of inattention, Loimos poked the bandits's eyes, not quite enough to blind him forever, but just enough to draw blood and give him a taste of what death looked like.
He instinctively tried to pull back, Loimos leaned forward, sending the man right to the ground, where all the shards were.
He slammed down with even greater force than before, the shards that were already stuck in his flesh and cloth sunk deeper as new ones joined the party.
The bandit was in no state to fight back any longer, Loimos let go of his legs, wrenched the dagger out of his grip, pulled it out of his hand and shove it right into his throat, gave it a good twist before ripping it right out, blood gushed everywhere as the undead stood right back up.
Right in time to get shot in the neck, the rat had recuperated from his daze and wanted to fight.
"Ya bastard! I'll gut you lik'a pig!" it seemed like something was angering the feeble, little man.
He dropped the bow that he had picked up without questioning why on earth Loimos was unfazed and used his sword to get the protruding, sharp glass at the bottom of the window frame out of the way before jumping in.
The rat sweeped at Loimos's legs, forcing the skeleton to move back until he reached the counter.
He acted as though he hadn't known exactly when he was going to reach it, prompting the mad bandit to go for a powerful slash, Loimos leaned his back on the counter and reached for something he had noticed to be there back when he had been flung right against the counter.
It was nothing much, just a singular wooden cup, tavern drunkards were most familiar with them, and although the rat couldn't handle much alcohol, he recognised the object for what it was quickly.
'What is he-?!' the bandit was left stumped for an instant, he could only think of two uses for the cup, blocking an attack or using it for attacking.
He focused his attention on the newly arrived object, which Loimos did nothing more than letting go of it the instant he showed it.
It was but a mere distraction, just to make sure the rat wouldn't be able to dodge the dagger Loimos stabbed right through his open mouth.