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The Black Knight did not care the age of these creatures or what they really were. He had heard stories of such beasts. How Beastmen ran into a village and killed everyone no matter if they were the most pious of people or those who worshiped the dark gods that they did.
He remembered his mother saying that if Lucian had too many evil thoughts that he would become like these Beastmen. Everytime that a man cursed the world a Beastman was born. There was also the warning about Morrslieb, that the moon would turn you into one of these abominations if you basked in its green light for too many hours.
For all Lucian knew these were all true. He also knew that these monsters, no matter what, found human flesh to be the most delicious meat that could ever be eaten.
So Lucian would cut them down if they had been man, a woman, or even a freshly turned evil child. With a snap of the reigns Lucian galloped towards the fleeing monsters without care.
They were as fast as he was, that much was obvious to Lucian. Sure Nightshade could outrun any of these bipedal cloven hoofed monsters within an open field but here in the forest things were much harder. The cohesion that gave the Knights their strength, the powerful Lance, would falter as each men tried to stay next to his partner in these woods. Lucian was only able to keep speed for he disregarded such warnings and rode his horse forward.
Lucian received a great amount from the Dwarf already. The burning fire within his chest itching as it knew a new killing was about to come.
Every few steps Lucian would see a Beastmen drop to the ground. The creature trying its best to get up as it knew that such a falter meant it did. Lucian confirmed the definition of their accident with a single stroke of his scythe upon their bodies, not worrying if he would lose where these creatures were going.
The forest floor was soft from the rain after all. He would catch up to them quickly.
Suddenly a massive bellow came from the monsters who were leading the herd to safety. So loud was it that all the beastmen that were before him halted in a painful fearshock.
Without caring for their bellow the Black Knight was upon them. The red blood of the ferals mutants fell upon the raven headpiece of his helm as he sent all of these creatures to the foul gods that they so desperately worshiped.
