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After its painful roar the creature launched itself forward upon Lucian. A clear row of teeth that size of Lucian’s arm were were like a dozen razor sharp swords pointed at him. He had to move quickly to the side as the strike came, the jaws coming down on open space as the Knight rolled onto his feet.
As quickly as he moved though Lucian was already moving the other direction, the forelimb of the dragon having come down towards him with speed so that it would crush him into pieces. Lucian was fast though, the magics of a Grail Knight giving him the foot of swiftness to dodge the blow with ease.
Every time he moved his eyes were focused on the wound he gave the Dragon. A massive blow that could lead to a killing blow if Lucian was perhaps skilled enough to land it. But he was soon seeing his chances hardened as the neck of the creature rebounded and massive jaws came infront of him. They unhinged, exposing the torrent of fire that was coming to eat him alive.
Flames of death came upon him, caking him in a death torrent that had the essence of death and damnation within it. Golden light dipped in Amethyst was a damning force that would have brought many low against the creature. For even Daemons were but forced to face the end.
Yet Lucian was something more than a simple Daemon. His scythe blocking, he could feel the fires cake upon him yet the fringes of his flesh did not fully burn. It was hot but the winds of the Lady which surrounded him warded off the greatest amount of pain. The Armor that he was encased by, created by the hands of a Dwarf whose people had always been at war with the Drakes, was made able to withstand and even dampen the blow.
Lastly, it was the immortality that he was given by the Lady of the Lake and Morr which kept his vitality full. The winds of Shysh were but suggestions to one whose flesh was blessed by a Death God, the one who ruled over such winds.
When the flames ended the Knight was moving. He still felt pain from the attack but did not worry himself about it. Even his flesh saw it something to ignore, no longer recoiling at the fact that death was ever closer to the Knight.
And so, in a better position than he was, the Knight made a strike at the neck of the mighty being.
