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Two torches lit now Lucian was the quickest of the two, his flames being brushed against one of the many wooden structures within the hall. This one was connected to a series of massive bottles that seemed to be made from the green crystals.
It was rotten dry wood, the kind of stuff which quickly became kindling to a fire just like the one dancing within Lucian’s hand. It quickly ignited and was carried throughout the structure. It danced across the beams and slithered across both the top and bottom of the bottles.
Quickly Lucian was already moving towards the next one when the fire caused an explosion. He turned to see green fire dancing across the room as pieces of the green crystal covered the ground along with a clean green frost. Said explosion had quickly reached the other containers and caused them to explode at the same amount of intensity, some of them failing to detonate while another shattering violently.
The material made no sense to Lucian and he honestly wanted to keep it that way. His torch quickly lit other things alight as he glanced to see Wigmar doing the same across the way.
“Man-things intruder-invaders!” A Skaven yelled at the top of his lungs from one of the many wrecks above Lucian’s head.
Lucian ditched his torch and took out the scythe. The burning rage of dwarfs came into his chest and gullet, causing him to feel almost primal in the anticipation for a fight. He could not help but yell, “Face me Skaven, face me one and all! I am a Knight of Bretonnia and I will kill you all!”
He was answered with a guttural roar that was both high in pitch and loud as a screaming swine. Several pieces of Skaven makeshift pens and contraptions were shattered as one of those giant rats came after him. The Knight could only describe it as something like an ogre, similar to the tales he had heard of the giant men from the farthest eastern reaches of the world.
As it charged him Lucian threw himself to the side, the blow clearly something that would have sent the Knight flying if he failed to commit such an athletic maneuver. Another fist came right after, the ball the size of Lucian’s torso.
The Knight met it with his blade, the feeling of a cow’s worth of weight falling upon the Knight as he braced for the impact. The blade of his scythe was easily sinking into the fist presented to him yet if he fell such an event would be meaningless.
He did not though. As Lucian felt the burning of his legs he felt another flare of anger and wroth. With a roar of emotion Lucian’s legs pushed against the ground and brought his body forward, the blade cleanly ripping through the knuckles of the Ratogre.
As the massive beast roared in pain Lucian’s blade had cleanly went through the neck of the titanic monster, severing its neck.
