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The Knight brought his weapon between him and the Beastman, making sure that his voice was roll across the forest floor so that the one he was really after could hear, “BEASTMEN! Bring me a foe worthy of me! Worthy of a Knight of Bretonnia!”
Lucian watched as the beastman that he was fighting quickly fled as fast as he could. The Knight could have pursued him, but there was absolutely no reason that he should give into such a thought. It would simply be begging for a group of their chaos ilk to ambush him on the charge and cut him down.
Though that was reasoning that the Beastman was running from Lucian or had such a scheme in mind. As the trees began to shutter and the sound of meaty wing beats roared across the field the Knight knew what was about to come down upon him.
The creature was as hideous as the last time Lucian paid witness to its form. Warts crawled from all corners of the body, each of them collalessing into even bigger warts that boggles the mind in how horrible they looked. Three horns characteristic of Chaos fiends were cresting its head like a wicked crown of damnation.
Such was its status as a Champion of the Beastmen. A wicked monster that was equal to Minotaurs and Masters of the Breyherd.
When it slammed onto the ground Lucian felt quickly the monster eating at his mind. As if a dozen voices whose words he could not even understand were shaping into his mind threatening to overwhelm him. To drive him towards the Chaos that the monster was echoing across the wooden canopy.
Yet he saw it still, the wounded eye that he had inflicted upon the creature.
Answering the madness Lucian charged forward towards the monster. His scythe held upright and moving in a clear arch towards the abomination. Then all of a sudden he was sprawn across the trunk of a tree with a powerful ache in his chest and several burns singing across his skin.
Looking towards the Jabberslythe the creature was rotating its shoulders as a green wound was dripping the ichor of its damnable blood onto the ground. It had given a powerful roar as Lucian found himself gripping his impacted chest, his mind rolling across the last minute of combat.
Whatever happened Lucian had to throw himself to the side and dodge as the tongue of the creature reached out. The monster took the tree flesh into the Knight’s flesh, the tongue draggin splinters into the mouth of the creature as it reeled back what should have been Lucian.
