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The two were quickly going for the other. Two lances that were trained for the other’s heart. If they were indeed the comets that all others witnessed them as, then their impact would destroy all the lands around them upon impact.
The Bloody Duke had in his arms a lance that was twice as long as he was. The weapon was made from a dying willow that had drank from the Great Vitae River before it was turned into the cesspool of poison and ruin that is the Great Mortis River. The weapon was caked in the blood of hundreds that the Red Duke had impaled at the end of the weapon.
Lucian’s weapon was forged by the Master Runesmith who was Adok Fireskin. Son of the Runelord of Karak A Karak and genius upon their kind. If any Dwarf was witness to the Great Rune that sat upon it they would realize that the Runesmith had done what many others failed to. That he had learned the many secrets from of the Ancestor Gods and would welcome him with open arms if only they had known of this achievement.
The two men, Champions of their Gods, charged at one another with the fury of thousands. Each of them almost possessed by the souls of those who were either cheering them on or had slain in their lifetimes.
Where the Black Knight had held his scythe back so that he could reap the zombie dragon, the Red Duke’s weapon was at his front. The Duke, a Dragon Slayer of many ages past, brought his weapon not at the man but the steed in which he rode. The weapon being easily driven into the chest of Satharifax as the two passed one another.
As Satharifax screamed in pain Lucian’s scythe was already in motion. Where he had witnessed the strike Lucian’s own came down. His simple though was to return the motion, bringing the Scythe down upon the neck of the undead beast made from dozens of corpses.
The Rune of Smiting flared, the blow instantly bringing death down upon the Dragon whose neck was cut into.
The two were no longer comets but meteors falling towards the earth. Both of them landed in a space in front of the castle, just before one reached the ruined forest.
>We fight on Steeds like true Bretonnians
>Fight on Foot!
