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The two of them battered their weapons against one another. Such a thing was not a feature of impractical skill like juveniles striking their sticks at one another so that the fools would not hurt each other.
As Lucian leaped forward for a strike he would then be deflected from the strike by the skill of the Black Knight that he was fighting against. This parry was the Knight having to defend against the blade of the Scythe. Such a blockage caused the sound of metal on metal to cry within the air.
Sparks flew as the Knight went in for a serpentine strike. The attack was blocked as Lucian brought the battered shaft of the weapon up to block against the strike. They connected and a shard of wood went flying as Lucian was forced to bash away the Knight.
A warrior as strong as the Knight was pushed backwards. The warrior that he was fighting taking a step backwards as he recovered from the force.
Lucian could feel it. The darkness was all but gone as he felt the battle rush that he never even knew existed. His heart pumped blood fast and the wound upon his leg had clotted on its own. Maybe it was a blessing from Morr, or even the Lady herself, but either way Lucian was ready to fight.
He gave the Scythe a spin and launched himself forward. The Knight did the same with his weapon being launched like a spear from a lower guard. Both of them knew at this moment that this was the last strike. Whoever made contact with the other first would be the one to win the fight.
Lucian thought he would be the victor here. That was because he had a greater reach that the weapon would reach the Knight first and strike his neck so that it may be severed. As if Morr knew this was coming, the weapon within his hands glowed with the black death magic that was characteristic of the powers that Morr granted his Priests and Warriors.
Just as Lucian reached over, he saw it. If Lucian had been any slower.
