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As Lucian watched the blow come towards him there was only a split second to make a decision. This was in itself a thought, which went through his mind as his body began moving itself forward into the Bloody Duke.
Just like a polearm where the superior range of the weapon was in itself a weakness from attack, the sword suffered from it as an attack was committed. And when Lucian saw where each attack was coming, and on the assumption that a magical trick like this was in itself a trick and not a feint on top of it, he closed in within between where the blade was held.
The concussive blow sounded with the clatter of steel as Lucian rammed his shoulder into the Red Duke. El Syf, the Vampire Fiend, found that his magical attack was shattered as reality was meant to balance one more event ontop of his attempt to pierce every point of his foe. It was a solid blow to his chest that caused his undead body to flow with the blow and attempt to stay upon his feet.
The Black Knight needed to be quick upon his feet so that he could score a blow. The scythe already moving with the head only inches from the Knight’s hand. El Syf quickly brought his left arm up and had the blow intercepted by it.
Lucian could smell as dark red blood of those killed was burnt upon the scythe. Once again he was robbed of the activation of the Scythe, where the Rune of Smiting would not flare and rid the world of the undead. Or, perhaps in this foul Sun of Xereus, the Rune was robbed of such a vital property.
Where Lucian was able to land a blow the quick golden slither leaped towards Lucian. This time not as Magic but as a simply blow into the side of the Knight.
Lucian knew that he could not relent now. Not when the magic was shown and that allowing the Red Duke to recover would give him the chance to summon the magics again. So he slammed his fist into the fast of the creature with a meaty thunk that felt like hitting a brick wall. Yet when Lucian heard the burning of flesh he knew that there was something there.
Yet when he punched there the fiend quickly moved, this time drawing back the blade so that the tip was level with his chest and shoving it towards the chest of Lucian. The blow was quickly stopped as Lucian brought his own arm forward and received it against the metal.
He expected to receive it cleanly, but it was not the failure of Dwarfen Metal but the leaping gold which the blade moved swiftly to strike Lucian in the elbow joint. He gave not hint of pain though as he brought the scythe down towards the back behind the Red Duke to try and get a blow in that way.
The Duke slammed his left fist into the extending arm, the wound not able to disable the flesh of an undead ruler.
