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Being ridden the creature was constantly bucking and trying its damndest to throw the Knight off of its back. It threw itself from side to side with constantly changing directions as the Knight held its backfur with a grip of giants. As it was undead the creature did not falter in these attempts, each and every one of them as strong as the last. However that the sheer weight of Lucian and his armor was enough to slowly bring the two of them closer to the ground.
Hearing the cries of their grappled comrade the others quickly brought themselves upon Lucian. Half a dozen came to its aid with claw-like feet ready to shred through the armor of the Knight. The first two to come over found that Lucian was not foolish in his matter, his scythe glinting an eerie green in the moonlight of Morrslieb as it severed one of their heads and another one of their wings, sending both of them towards the ground.
The others, the first feelings of freight they have ever experinced within their immortal lives quaking through their flesh, took a distance between themselves as the scythesman.
Here Lucian saw the entire battlefield, the three mighty monsters followed by legions of Skeletons and Zombies. They were followed by what Lucian realized to be risen warriors, Grave Guard, marching in order waiting for the chance to exact their master’s orders without delay.
Gazing across the covered floor Lucian finally noticed [i:lit]him[/i:lit]. It was a human, or at least something that looked like it, standing upon a cart that was covered in corpses of slain Bretonnian Peasants from the wars in the lowlands.
Suddenly the monsters were upon him once again, this time five of them trying their luck at the same time instead of duos. Lucian was suddenly flailing his scythe across the air trying to get a good angle at all of them. Their guess was correct though as the Knight could not slam his weapon into all of them but all of them bore the wounds of Morr’s Champion, one of them easily falling out of the sky because of the attack.
Their claws scratched his armor but no purchase could be found. Not when Lucian was actively trying to take them all down with him with lethal strokes of his weapon. What they had found easier was their own ally, so with callousness expected of the Children of Nagash they had torn their brother assunder.
The two of them came careening down onto the ground, Lucian quickly putting the bulk of the undead between him and the ground as impact was made. Because of this Lucian had landed with his feet firmly planted on the back of the undead, throwing himself off its back as he threw himself upon the horde of undead zombies that were advancing.
