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There was no delay for the two warriors as they charged each other once again. To the one who recovered for the next joust, the next charge at the other, sooner then he would be the one who would gain an advantage.
Against two warriors who were equal to the other, such an advantage was more than enough to lead to the other’s death. If they failed then it would be their own death.
So they galloped at the other. Their weapons shining with their respective witchfires. To the onlookers it was like watching two balls of fire going forth towards one another that would result in an impact that scattered their own flames to the sky above. Comets of the Lady’s light that was divinely inspired.
Having a scythe in his hands instead of a lance was exactly what the Knight needed. He was trained to use a Lance by Count Remon, the man making sure that the Knight who he wished to entrust his line to was at least competent in the ways of the Knight.
Lucian had proved his teachings right and now was where he was most comfortable. With a scythe balanced in his single hand the Knight recognized the weight of the weapon and how to swiftly swing it with ease on both foot and horseback.
Where he saw his fellow Grail Knight prepare to use his hand weapon like a lance, a hope to score a blow into one of the few gaps in Lucian’s armor, the Black Knight could see the inadequacies of Bretonnian Armor.
Pulling back the weapon the Knight felt a charging of force within his hand, his eyes focusing on a single point as they got only ten feet from one another. Lucian could see underneath the armor of the Knight, could see Sir Gilrack’s eyes as the other Knight felt the change in the air.
The Black Knight, with the ease of a Demi-God, brought the Scythe of Ruin through the neck of his fellow Grail Knight. The other’s weapon bounced harmlessly as Morr took his bounty eagerly and without mercy.
As Lucian bounded back towards his fellow Grail Knight, to honor the dying, he saw that his blow was not just swift. Green Witchfire that was dancing upon the edges of Lucian’s being had leaped off of him and began burning through the corpse of the White Grail Knight to the surprise of everyone present.
The only one to not gawk at the event was Lucian, the fire reminding him of another burning that had happened not so long ago.
