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“My… My authority has been granted by Count Remon himself. I have announced this to all of you with full expectation that you would follow it.” Lucian declared as he looked down upon the man, “You have struck a representative of a Noble, not just a Yeoman but a Squire.”
“M-my Lord have mercy!” Shouted the man.
As he stood upon him Lucian had a good look at the Peasant. He had a half head of hair with grayness cursing numerous strands of it in a chaotic fashion. His flesh was still good but one of his eyes were wider than the other with the other smaller than a sour grape. If he was forced to guess, this man had spent his entire life staring through that one eye for the other simply wandered aimlessly in this moment of fear.
“I-I have a family! Please!” He continued as he raised his hands in defense.
Indeed he did, the man looked old enough. If Lucian was to kill this Peasant it would surely doom a mother and several children to a hard life.
Yet…
“You, you are one of those who fled the battle. You left not only myself but Count Remon to his death at the hands of the Greenskins.” Lucian realized with his eyes slowly widening.
Horror struck the man. His mouth remained gaped as he had not only been recognized but seen through in an instant. In all likelihood his mind was now blank with fear as he starred down what he believed to be an incarnation of Morr himself.
“Your Lord survived because of the grace of Morr, for not only has Morr granted me a second chance at life but allowed me to perform his miracles upon the fallen.” Lucian declared as he began moving the weightless scythe, “But you like many others within the crowd not only failed to truth their lives within his divine grace but neglected your duties as men of Bretonnia!”
The Scythe moved with casual ease. The sound of it cutting air was a sign of just how sharp the weapon was now thanks to the work of Adok. Lucian had it stretched out around the man’s neck, the blade resting behind it so that nothing was between the Squire and his quarry.
“You all have damned not only yourselves but made the Count pay a cost he should not have to bear.” Lucian turned to the people that were around him now, “My actions became the balwark that defended you from the Greenskins. The foul cretins did not chase you down for I was the fight that were looking for. And yet you have the gall to not only whisper of me but throw stones!”
Lucian turned back to the man and starred into his eyes. The full force of Lucian’s soul looking into that of the man’s. A second later the man’s shoulders slouched as resignation took hold.