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Lucian snapped out of it quickly for he had to. There was not another moment lost as he took the wood that was being held within his hands and attempted to drive it into the chest of the Vampire! He had summoned all the strength he could bear, that he was still blessed with, and prayers that more could be given for him to strike at this fatal moment she was most vulnerable!
He watched as the wood shattered against her skin as if it was made from parchment. The predator’s eyes widening as she slammed her fist against his stomach and send the Knight across the lowest deck towards the staircase.
Half dazed Lucian was thankful that he had equipped his helm today. While his vision seemed to double here and there he was still able to rise to his feet as he reached for his scythe.
He hesitated, wondering for this moment if he could wield it. For if he could not, that he was seen as unworthy to the Gods, his life would end before he could make another strike.
“Woldgir, I did not expect you to have a pleasant meal already arranged for me.” The Vampire said as he rose from her coffin and glanced at the body of her fallen minion, “Oh my, it seems you’ve killed him.”
“He deserved it!” Lucian barked as he was halfway from drawing his weapon. Speaking so that he could have those precious moments to figure out whether he would risk his life here and now.
“Oh I can taste spite in those words oh Sir Knight.” The Woman said as she took a long finger and stuck it into the neck of the man, “If I was one of those… Pleasure Cutlist, I would have enjoyed savoring the amount of scorn you had for Woldgir. Oh I lie, it tastes delicious.”
Lucian watched as the woman licked her finger with a dangerous smile on her face. She was savoring each and every moment that she could walk in the Night, thinking herself night invulnerable.
She might as well be if Lucian stopped fearing death! Yet… if he dies here then all will be for naught!
“Oh, Knight of Morr,” She opened with a grin upon her lips, “I have heard that these Peasants had treated you oh so brutally. Robbing you of your honor as they tied you upon a post and peppered you with bloody fruit.”
Lucian could hear the laughter in her voice. How it sliced through the air like a cold knife against animal fat. That… odd noise you could hear when a butcher was at work.
“Tell you what, Knight of Morr, if you let me go I will kill all the Crewman on this ship.” She said with a smile, “I can do you that much for killing my pudgy minion.”
>Bare the weapon against her
>Let her go.
