Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Jir didn't go too far however, keeping an eye on the doors to the pope's private quarters, and thus, to the secret underground, he had already had no choice but to let Alkayne through as there was no way he could face such a warrior, but no additional disturbances could be allowed through, what Janus was doing down there was nothing short of divine work, the procession could not be made to fail because of outside interference, attempting it in the current state of affairs was already risky enough.

Thankfully, the undeads did not seem keen on storming in, rather, they seemed resolute to bring him down before doing anything else, the numerous troops spread out in an orderly fashion, the paladin didn't even hear a single word being spoken, it was like they spoke telepathically or were part of a single organism, with the way they took positions and moved around the interior of the monastery like they had walked its halls countless times over the years and knew every nook and cranny down to perfection.

Jir didn't even know the true extent of the abilities of each knight present, although he certainly had them beat in terms of movement speed and brute force, the fact that they could coat their weapons that necrotic lightning made it like trying to punch a hornet nest, you might break it but the consequences would be dire, not to mention that they were ridiculously resilient, even if their armours seemed top-notch, the strike they had endured should have gone through and dealt damage to their bodies, yet, none was moving any differently than before.

So now, it would be like punching a hornet nest, only that it was so bouncy, you wouldn't deal any damage at all, only to get stung to death anyways.

Risking damage against a single opponent was fine, but there were three knights and a whole slew of soldiers all armed with flaming weaponry, his chances were low, if one was generous about the estimation.

But still, he did not wish to go down without a fight.

Jir did not have a clue what happened to Jarl after the petite figure landed on him, but it was clear that the paladin couldn't count on his assistance anymore.

Tail swirling from left to right, Jir grabbed onto the walls and began scurrying around like a beast, despite the danger, he decided to target one of the knights, not only because they were powerful foes that should be dispatched, but also due to the fact that they ventured closer separately, them splitting up did not solve the problem that was their black lightning, but should perhaps makes things easier, unless it was a trap.

Which was probable too.

Still, Jir leapt at the knight with the axe, feinted a strike using his now wide hands, it was unfortunate, but the transformation the divine body caused rendering his trust harpoon to the likes of a toothpick, greatly unwieldy to use, instead of actually using his hands to strike however, the paladin let his unexpectedly long tail strike, there were no bones inside his tail, which allowed it to stretch out to proportions one wouldn't normally expect.

And the undead knight certainly didn't expect it, it was just that they realised and acted appropriately with enough swiftness to make it appear that way, using the axe like a hook, the knight blocked one of the tail's claw-like growth.

'Mmh?!' Jir tried to fling the undead away rapidly before that lightning had a chance to manifest itself, but found that they seemed stuck to the ground.

Feeling something crackling over him, the paladin was the one forced to move away as the undead remained in place for a second before taking a step forward again.

'What was this witchcraft?' the kalt had no comprehension of many ways of power considered basis elsewhere, so he could not identify that he had just witnessed a battle art in usage, and it wouldn't be the last, as unlike the other two, the axe-wielder focused less on mastering the sorceries derived from their lord's powers, and put greater emphasis on battle arts.

Getting into position, the undead swung at empty air, blades of winds distorting the air as they were flung forward, jumping up at the ceiling like supercharged rabbit, Jir evaded them tried leaping for the knight again, the undead armours were something else, they had no gaps or weaknesses, at least as far as the paladin could see, they were perfectly shaped to deflect the force of any strikes.

So he did not even bother trying to pierce through and instead tried to pick up the enemy entirely despite the risk and smash them against the ground repeatedly.

This time, the knight did not stay glued to the floor, attempting to squeeze them first, Jir was once again disappointed and slung his open palm with the undead within against the packed snow that served as floor, numbness quickly reached the living as necrosis formed upon his hand.

He was definitely more affected than Jarl had been, quickly throwing the knight away, although roughed up, they weren't affected by the attacks and were quick to move in again, swinging their axe around with brutal strength.

The other two knights were already arriving too alongside a few soldiers.

Looking down at his own limb, Jir could only assess the extent of the damage, the necrosis wasn't too bad for now, but it had spread pretty far, all over his hand and up the wrist.

Then looking at the undamaged knights, he gritted his teeth.

Apart from holding them back by running around, it truly seemed like there was nothing he could do, as such, he jumped across the room, narrowly evading sizzling projectiles and went right through another wall, which took him back into the hallway leading to the pope's chambers, like a manic ape, he began jumping from wall to wall, tearing out bits of condensed snow to sling at the undead below, his attempts good enough to force the soldiers to take cover at least, some would poke out to fire at him but it was manageable, the problem remained the same :

The trio of knights was not at all threatened by him, they had the advantage and they knew it.

The one with the warhammer began seemingly charging up an attack, the weapon becoming greatly imbued with dark lightning whilst the shield-bearer kept a close eye on Jir, making it clear that any attempt to attack would have to get past the shield first.

As for the one with the axe, they just raised their weapon high, holding it by the very end of its handle, nothing was happening but the paladin had the bad feeling that some sort of odd witchcraft was going to occur soon enough.

Ten minutes, five minutes, one measly minute… It did not matter for how long, Jir was going to block their path for as long as he could.