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Upon the slaughter of the two Lucian felt the other two jump upon them. Neither knowing that he had just killed two of them and each trying to get their weapons in deep. The cutlass stung as its rusty edge made a jagged slice across his arms. The spear-goblin simply kept stabbing and stabbing Lucian’s back with impunity in an attempt to fell the giant.
Lucian tried to shake the two of them off but the chaotic creatures had dug their clawed feet and hands into his back. The same kind of limbs that had allowed them to effortlessly ride a wolf into battle were now being used against Lucian as he tried to buck and prowl the creatures off of him.
Then he heard a call, a horn being sounded. It was a sound that he remembered hearing a great many times within Bordeleaux and in an instant the cries and death around him were not belonging to humans but that of the Goblins.
Lucian did not hear these cries. It was only when a beast of a horse was rearing above his head did he realize the true counter attack came. The Knight’s blade was already in motion, slicing off both heads of the goblins who were attacking the back of Lucian before rushing off to continue the slaughter.
He watched as the torchlights revealed the Goblins fleeing into the darkness of the forest. Many of their short feet not fast enough to save them from the Cavalry that while even in a forest was still able to strike them with ease.
He felt triumph quaking through his blood just as the warriors came through. Fatigue came quickly after and the warrior braced himself with the scythe. He felt like falling asleep and embracing the realm of Morr yet he did not for he wished to see the victory completely through.
Around him was the corpses of fallen, both of Peasant and of Goblin. All around him Peasants looked in his direction with both admiration and horror as he got upon his knees and began his prayers to the nearest fallen Peasant. Even as his blood leaked from his body Lucian realized his consciousness should not be used in idle motion but instead to the service of the fallen.
When he reached the third corpse he finally fell to the ground. The moment being when he saw the characteristic black hood of his fellows rushing to start their work upon the dead.
>There are souls to be saved, work!
>Remain in the rear for rest
>Return to the formation
