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“The foe is here, we shall charge them!” Cheered Lucian as he pointed his scythe towards the fortifications. The burning fury of hatred came into the man’s chest and lit the relentless fury of killers throughout his body.
Bok gave a roar in response and started his advance with a speed that would rival other beasts. Yet with the power of the Dwarfen God within his chest the Knight was able to keep a rough pace with the giant monster.
“Damn it you’re all too fast!” Adok complained as they left the stubby Dwarf behind.
Pellets of stone an dirt slammed into both of the fighters. Each of these blows rattled against the steel wrought hide of Lucian with such impacts that it threatened to steal his hearing. Yet he did not waver in his advance. He charged through the hurtling bullets of death and faced them with a firmness that only a true Knight of Bretonnia could feel against such adversity.
It was then he noticed that instead of more of these flying missiles making themselves known against his armor they began to dim. He could feel through his armor the flow of air that was like a shield against these unhonorable actions.
Was the Lady with him? He could not think about it for he was already upon the Skaven in that instant. Their defences were shattered by the battering ram which was Bok, the monster easily killing seven of the pest with a rolling charge.
Lucian himself gave those still standing a shoulder that caved in its soft chest and caused its eyes to pop out of their sockets. The next four behind him were quickly harvested for the crop of Morr’s fury. Thie blood scattered across the wall in a decorated artwork that was all the value their lives had.
The next moments were a blur as Lucian and Bok committed themselves to the slaughter wholesale. Their screams were a warning to all around that the adventurers have pierced the defenses that were meant to hold them back for a century at least.
Nothing more to kill, Lucian noticed that his world was no longer lit with torches or the light that was in the hands of Adok. Instead he looked out into a large cavern which was as large as a city that glowed with the green residence of Morrslieb.
But the light was not from the sky but the crystals laid about. What Lucian looked upon was not Bastonne but instead an entire city underneath one of the most holy sights in Bretonnia.
It was a Skaven Undercity, the sight of which chilled Lucian to the bone. He did not fear his own death but no one above knew. None of them had an inkling that this was what laid underneath their feet.
