He may have seen the attack coming through the darkness. Or maybe it was because he hadn't that he was soon missing a chunk of rotten flesh and bone where one of his eye had been. Either way, the mummy did little in response to the hit except take it.
His head cracked with the force of the human's attack, the pipe caving in his skull down to an empty socket. The hit thrust his head off at an impossible angle, possibly snapping a decaying bone somewhere in his neck. By the sound, any number of things could have broken besides the obvious, though it made little difference. The mummy couldn't feel pain and likely wouldn't have cared if it had possessed the ability.
Yet he still managed to moan with the pipe lodged in it's skull. The kind of moan that, while clearly reflecting a lacking mental capacity, somehow managed to resonate with faint traces of annoyance or even anger of some sort. A zombie kind of moan.
With no blood shed a second time and the human so close, the mummy stabbed his sword out wildly, aiming low as he looked for a further hit. More blood, more tearing flesh. He would get it here.
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His head cracked with the force of the human's attack, the pipe caving in his skull down to an empty socket. The hit thrust his head off at an impossible angle, possibly snapping a decaying bone somewhere in his neck. By the sound, any number of things could have broken besides the obvious, though it made little difference. The mummy couldn't feel pain and likely wouldn't have cared if it had possessed the ability.
Yet he still managed to moan with the pipe lodged in it's skull. The kind of moan that, while clearly reflecting a lacking mental capacity, somehow managed to resonate with faint traces of annoyance or even anger of some sort. A zombie kind of moan.
With no blood shed a second time and the human so close, the mummy stabbed his sword out wildly, aiming low as he looked for a further hit. More blood, more tearing flesh. He would get it here.