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Lucian witnessed the attack first hand. The Goblins were easily able to crash into the worn lines of Peasants with their wolves. They were like hatchets ran against bark, breaking each man down with a brutal swing of their spears and throwing the pieces of manflesh across the field.
One rank, two rank, three ranks of men pierced with ten men in each of those ranks. A brutal ambush of might that slaughtered those unfortunate enough to have been standing close to their hiding place.
Lucian tightened his hand upon his weapon. He knew that his actions would cause his people the least amount of deaths and that to do so would place him within Morr’s domain. Yes he might lose his life before vengeance could be achieved but there was a realization.
THere was a great amount of evil and injustice within the world. If he selfishly kept to his own wounds and focused on no others then he was the fool.
So with a roar Lucian charged forward and brought his Scythe to arms. His fist strike was upon a Goblin Rider whose wolf was jaws deep in the neck of a nameless Peasant. He felt his muscles roar as Lucian brought the weapon through the air and slammed it into the body of the creature. The rusted weapon meant for chopping meat faltered at the bone, but the strength of Lucian was enough that the Globin Rider himself was thrown off the wolf that he was dominating.
Lucian did not care if he was successful and simply advanced forward into the group of monsters. He brought back his weapon only to slap a wolf in the face with so much force that it shattered the nose of the beast. It yelped in pain while clawing at its damaged bone. He went for a swing and landed his weapons tip into the hamstrings of another wolf, causing the creature to yelp in pain and fall to the ground.
Even here Lucian kept running forward. His weapon became coated in the blood of the living while he tried to kill as many of the Goblins and Wolves as he could. His skill and lack of training knowingly hurting him, Lucian still ran forward with the desire.
It was after the sixth injury inflicted that the Goblins took notice. Their kind so stunned to see one of their prey brazenly ran off into their own forces with the abandon that Lucian Displayed. Yet those who were wetting their beast’s lips with blood did not care and kept the onslaught by a invigorized group of Peasants. When Lucian felt a stab in his lower back it was not because of the riders proper but those who had fallen off their steeds looking for vengeance.
