Death waited until the three monsters were finished with the corpse. There was no point in pining over someone who was already dead. When the creatures lifted themselves from the ground, nothing was left of the dead body. Just like back on the path, there was no trace that a human had ever died there. Only a small depression in the ground that looked vaguely human. When the creatures turned their attention to the two mortals cowering against the tree, Death made his move.
Within the split second the monsters' focus was elsewhere, Death quickly held out his right arm. A green, elongated version of his appendage shot out towards the rearmost creature. The ghostly arm gripped its target tightly and yanked it back towards the Horseman. Death jumped, unsheathing his scythes as the enemy attempted to turn and look at him. It was faster than Death had anticipated, turning its body halfway around to almost strike back. But the Horseman had gotten the jump on it.
There was nothing it could do as Death clicked the hilts of his two weapons together. With an upward slash, his prey was cleaved in two. As blood sprayed through the air, Death turned his gaze to the two monsters below. The viscera left over from his actions didn't hit the ground immediately. Here, high in the canopy, there were plenty of branches and leaves for guts and the like to get caught on.
So, by the time the first drop of blood splashed on the shoulder of the leftmost monster, his shadow was already over them.
The two tried to jump away, but only one made it away from the Reaper's unlinked, twin scythes. The other was neatly bisected just like the first one. Its body dropped to the ground with a thud as the other landed on a pile of leaves. Blood dripped from the stump where its right arm should be. It snarled at him, but he could see the surprise in its eyes at his appearance.
Death took a split second to examine the two human onlookers. Now that he had a clear view, he saw that his previous observations were correct. The victims were standing with their backs against the tree. One was a young man, his eyes darting between the monster and Death. He was kneeling and holding a little girl in his arms, hiding her face from the carnage. They both wore the type of clothing that was normal in the Dark Ages of the earth. The boy had on a white tunic and brown pants, while the girl was wearing a greenish dress that reaches her ankles. However, there was a small, dark red spot on the girl's shoulder.
The Horsman stopped his observation of the two and turned back to his foe. He took note of these creatures' abilities. So far, they had demonstrated enhanced feats of athleticism, intuition, and tenacity. If they were on the level of normal humans, they'd be dead already. Then again, it hasn't been too spectacular. Death has fought worse than them in all his years being one of the four. Before the monster could even think of running, Death's linked scythe comes spinning through the air. It cuts straight through the monster's middle before flying back to its master with blood trailing behind it. The two halves of the creature's torso fall to the ground with a wet thump.
He kept his back turned as footsteps started to approach him from behind. He heard a jovial, male voice speak, "That was amazing. Thank you for helping us. I was sure we were going to be eaten by those Yoma."
"Make no mistake," Death says, his scythe still held in his right hand, "I did not come to save you out of kindness. I have need of information that I believe your village can provide." He let his head tilt slightly backward to see the man out of the corner of his eye. He read the mortal's entire demeanor and health status within a minute.
The young man's left-hand starts to move forward, "Well, I'm sure the chief would be willing to help you out. You did sa—"
There is a sound of air being cut.
Death faces the man with his scythe held out with one hand while the mortal is stock still. The mortal looks down at his killer… then his face begins to morph. His skin darkens until it is the same color as the creatures from earlier. His hair, clothing, and everything else that made him look human disappears from his body.
The monster stammers out a question, "H-h-how did you know?"
"You made several mistakes," Death scoffs at the creature, "First, you weren't trembling in fear like that girl was. Your eyes never once wavered from the fight. Second, the girl has blood on her clothes, while yours are spotless. Third, there were four sets of footprints when I came here and only three, Yoma, I believe you called them.
The Horseman sheathes his scythes and walks past the already dead Yoma. He placed a hand on its shoulder before saying, "Lastly, you approached me with no fear in your heart and greeted me with joviality. If you were a human, you would've been just as scared of me as the Yoma."
With a soft push, the Yoma's head and torso fell to the floor. Its last words were, "Da-damn y-y-you. Wh-what e-ven—"
Death paid the words of the dead no heed as he walked towards the only survivor. She stared at the ground with empty, shell-shocked eyes that didn't see the world around her. Her hands were covered in the blood that covered her dress. Even her face had splashes of the liquid across her cheeks. Her skin was ashen and the auburn hair on her head was a tangled mess.
Death rolled his eyes while sighing in frustration. If he brought the girl to the village now, they would think he did something to her. Doubtful they'd trust the words of a strange monster, especially if all of these "Yoma" can shapeshift. Every small town or village would be suspicious of anything out of the ordinary. All in all, this was a partial failure. He won't be able to gain the goodwill of the village as he thought, but he did learn more about this world and his enemies. Valuable information to have if he was here as an assassin.
The girl shifted, hugging herself while trembling in the face of the tragedy. Death wondered if she even knew he was there.
[] Death shrugged and started to walk away. The girl was not his problem. Someone would find her sooner or later. He needed to think of his next immediate objective.
[] He had come this far. He wasn't going to let this end here. He'll at least get this girl talking again. After that, he should be able to drop her in front of the village and leave a note to gain some of their trust.
-[] What does he say to the child? (Write in…)
[] While he wasn't directly responsible, he knows how it feels to watch your family die in front of your eyes. He doesn't like it, but he'll stay with the girl for as long as she needs. After that though, he'll leave her to her own devices.
[] Write in….
Combat Over
Reaper Energy Gained: 15