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He roared. Lucian roared his breath as the weight mountains were placed upon his frame. The weight was like someone ran a brush of pain through his arms, trailing it onto his shoulders and being carried down through both his ribs and spine. His legs, which were but slightly bent, were being brought to the ground as the Knight tried to keep the scythe in the position that he prepared it.
In that single moment Lucian held the world. He held it against the monster whose horror was so great than bards would never attempt to describe it. Lucian could only imagine the sheer weight of the entire Ork army being tied into a bundle and mounted upon his blade to come even close to what this Abomination from the depths of damnation would be like.
Yet he did not falter. His own body already a magnificent specimen of human potential now being empowered by the touch of a god. The Rune of the Slayers had bounded in response to the sheer power of will that Lucian had displayed against the fear of depth and found that a man whose will was unbreakable to be exactly the man that it would be devouted to.
Thus Lucian’s strength, already greater than simple men, was given the sheer potential only the greatest Slayer of a future age would be able to mimic. In this single moment the Black Knight was embeud with the strength of a Demi-God and had ripped the weapon through the falling Avalanche to inflict a clean wound that ran from the front of the monster to its back.
What hurt the pseudo slayer though was his strength, though mighty, did not stop the collapse of the Abomination.
Rock was shattered into pieces while dirt was simply liquid underneath his feet. Lucian was no longer upon a solid foundation set forth by the will of the heavens but a sea of earth that gave not standing for the great warrior. It had come like a wave, going the opposite direction as Lucian’s pulling and sending him flying backwards as the forces flowed into his own body.
Thrown ten feet back the Knight suddenly realized what had happened and rose. It was there, injuries that would be deafening to a mortal, yet he did not feel any of them. He felt no pain, and so rose upon his feet.
He was not surprise that even with a gouge that would bring down a Rat Ogre the Abomination rose. As he looked upon the monster he noticed that the neat slice in its chest that he made was gone.
He should expect nothing less. It was an abomination from hell.
>Abandon defense, go for anything!
>We should sever its limbs!
>The body, remove more of those heads!
Yeah, this fight is too fun to write.
