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The creature quickly swung its claws across the battlescape, trying its damndest to slam into Lucian and Gillot with pure chance and effort. The Knights found themselves having to use the most of their armor’s allowance in dexterity, narrowly throwing themselves over the offending limb as the attack scattered into a horde of the Grave Guard who were being taken down to the dozens now.
As Lucian rolled onto his feet he shouted at the top of his lungs, “THE HEAD! TAKE ITS HEAD!”
A cackle of laughter came through the air as someone other than Gillot heard those words. Lucian did not need to look to know that it was in fact the monster who orchestrated this entire scheme, “You fools think you can kill a mighty Varghulf! He is but the finest breed, a creature made with the very blood of the Von Carsteins!”
The monster gave a roaring response as Lucian found himself thrown back by the backhanded blow of the monster. The Knight barely kept his feet as the mighty armor of the Dwarfs shook violently. It should have bent, Lucian knew this, but the enchantment of a Runesmith made the metal infused with the same power that enveloped Lucian.
The beast looked upon Lucian, beastial eyes looking hungry as its maw began to widen.
From the rear of the Varghulf came a flashing light, the Knight who wore the blue and gold heraldry of Bordeleaux came from the darkness behind the monster and slammed his sword into the left eye of the mighty beast. It raised its head to give a mighty roar of pain, Gillot holding his sword as tight as a Knight of Bretonnia could.
Yet, no matter how strong he was, the metal of man was only iron.
With a mighty ring that sounded through the landscape the sword of the Knight Errant shattered into two pieces. One of them lodged in the blood of the Varghulf while the other stayed within the hands of the Knight.
Yet that was enough.
Charging forward Lucian felt the power of Grimnir flowing freely, urged on by the bloody battle that changed life and death on the line. The Knight brought his scythe up and with a swing sliced through what he could guess was the jugular of the monster, allowing blood to be sprayed across the field with brutal effect.
Lucian caught his breath along with Gillot. The two looking at the Necromancer who gave them the most scornful stare.
As they did, the cannons of Karak Ziflin began to sound.
