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The Beastmen, being caught in whatever murder trap they found themselves in, were fighting Lucian tooth and nail now. There must have been a hundred remaining as they all realized that no matter where they went Morr was going to be upon their door.
Left and right, they all fell like wheat in a field. Their lives were short and damned the moment the dark gods had picked their hides for the ascension. It was Lucian though who enacted the decree of Morr upon these worthless louts with the strength of an entire pantheon within each of his strokes.
They tried to throw spears, axes, daggers, and stones at both Nightshade and Lucian. The projectiles would never strike Nightshade even once while Lucian took all the strikes meant for him. Each and every one of them bounced off his reinforced armor like pebbles against a mountain.
The forest floor was pooled with the foul blood of chaos as four guisers of blood rained from the freshly cut necks. Lucian made sure that the final death was one of those smaller ones, making sure that it would not grow up to form some kind of twisted revenge for Lucian killing the family that it both despised and hated.
The strength of the rune was adamant. With the armor giving Lucian defence it was the rune that turned him into a dreadful bruiser of battle. The fire which sat upon his soul stretched out into his body and turned the Black Knight into a berserker worthy of the title Drengi!
There was joy in this slaughter, but it was not because of the killing. Every strike Lucian made was vengeance for the fallen! To right a wrong that was made! That was the joy he saw as he cut down the last and rushed through a thicket of trees.
Only to find a murderfield equal to his own.
Upon the ground were beastmen who were torn, smashed, and bitten. The only difference was these creatures were killed in a manner that might have fitted their own style of battle.
That was, except for what was standing in the middle of the killing field.
Before Lucian was a massive creature who looked straight into his eyes. Its bulk was nearly equal to its height and muscles raged with a clearly trained physique to them. It was covered in not the patchwork furs and horns of the beastmen but a full set of scales and claws that went from the bottom most feet to the tip of its reptilian snout.
The two looked at eachother, neither making a move. If the creature was poised to attack Lucian, it did not show it. And Lucian, in his honest opinion, was weary of the creature for within its hands was a club whose head was as thick as a tree trunk with decorative runes that no beastman would ever imagine.
>Kill this beastman
>Stare at eachother
>Leave this thing
