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Lucian felt the phantom pains. The bites that came from the beasts in their lame attempt to try and bring him down. Oh how much the memory still lingered after months of work and care. He still did not fully understand why he showed no wounds or evil disease that was carried by the creatures is a mystery to himself and the Priests of Morr.
<span class="mu-s">“Halt!”</span>
It was the brutal bellowing of a voice that caused Lucian to stop his movements. His Scythe poised to strike at a wolf that was pouncing upon him in the same manner the first attack he ever received did so. This time the very point of his weapon was pointed towards its stomach. Something that he reasoned would have killed the beast instead of the injury that he delivered upon it.
The clanking of armor rang. Its rang danger within the mind of the Peasant and within an instant Lucian turned to make a bow towards the voice that had called him out. He felt a lance pointed towards him, the danger of the weapon and its weilder evident even when he could not see it.
“State your reasoning for being here, Peasant. None but the Yeoman should be here.” The voice said as the weapon slowly inched closer to Lucian’s skull.
Lucian realized his stupidity the moment he looked to see the orange sun glisten off his scythe. He had overstayed his welcome and now was paying the price of it.
“I… I was training Sir Knight! I am a Man-At-Arms at the Duke’s request and…” Lucian did not know what to say.
To call out the inadequate training was more than enough to spur the anger of a Nobleman but it was the truth. Honesty was also greatly valued to what Lucian had heard of the Nobleman and if he survived the encounter could prove the most benefit.
If he struck himself with humility he would be seen as the fool he was. Blaming himself might rob him of any other chances to train with the rest of the Peasants if this Knight so willed it. He was not the Duke, but Lucian had made a grievous error staying here.
Lastly, if he so wished, he could simply try to run. The gates to the Harbor and thus the rest of the Fortress city were still opened. The man did not see his face and would not remember his voice.
There must be more options, Lucian Realized, but what…
>My training was inadequate, Lord!
>I cannot fight for the Lord with how weak I am!
>Run for it
>Other