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Lucian did not hesitate and went to the Abomination. Its ignorance of the basic principles of cause and effect, its blatant disregard for the natural forces, and denial of Morr’s Grace ignited a hatred that Lucian had never felt before within his heart. He was a champion of Morr and beyond anything to see a monster so cheaply fail to die was but a direct heresy that he could not tolerate.
So he hacked at it like a madman, three strikes of his scythe into the head of the creature that left geysers of blood raining upon his body. Yet still the monster moves, twisting its two limbs as to grab the berserk cultist of death and throwing him against the ground with the same strength that the knight had felt before. Then, as if both still held a mind, the bottom rolled itself across the body of the Knight.
He felt no pain, the Black Knight shoving with force beyond him to get up and hack into the four limbed body that was trying to smother him to death. He dodged the bites from behind as the monster tried to take his berserk fury as a chance to score a final blow. The Knight did so easily and with the strength of gods sliced through one of the many limbs the abomination had.
Yet it was alive, all three of these pieces! Too horrible was this monster that no Gods would accept it. A jest made by the darkest of gods that even those thirsting for blood, pleasure, and torment were balking at the sight of such a thing.
Lucian fought, finding himself now covered in the many heads that he had severed earlier. Each and every one of them trying to bite a piercing blow through the dwarfen artisan armor that he had. The severed limb that Lucian had just removed from the monster had thrown itself forward in an attempt to grab the Knight and hold him down for the rest of the body. The KNight had to quickly rebuff the grapple, leaving himself open for the remaining torso to bite his sternum and try to crack him like a nut.
The Knight severed the offending head, the white skulled one that was the largest of all of the monsters that were grafted upon it.
Yet it did not die. Even in a thousand pieces the Abomination was still alive through spite and unholy machinations.
Hacking, hacking, hacking Lucian drew the blood from the monster a dozen times and ripped it apart a dozen more. Each and every muscle that was once a part of the monster being thrown aside only for it to wiggle.
