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The Black Knight lunged forward and tried to strike, but the Black Orc knew that such a strike was a murder stroke and for the first time blocked the attack with his two handed axe. The beast quickly bashing into Lucian with a follow-up strike in hopes that the Peasant would be staggered.
A Peasant Knight he might be, he did not fall to a simple show of force. He could feel the punch flowing through his body but with his two feet upon the ground the Knight was able to withstand the blow by mimicking the Orc’s defense. The shaft of the scythe shattered but the blow lost all strength so that the Orc could not cut into the side of the Peasant Knight.
Holding the scythe blade in one hand Lucian extended his weapon and went for the last eye. The other having stopped bleeding the nasty green puss that was orcish blood. The beast stepped back, allowing Lucian to get a clean shallow slice through the Orc’s chest.
He gave a mighty roar at that and his muscles raging so fiercely that the damaged shaft of his axe shattered. Uncontrollable was the strength of the Orc that he gave Lucian the chance that he was looking for.
With a leap Lucian went upon the Orc. The monster having to bring the axe head in front of himself as a shield against three attacks that were meant for his chest. The last one resulting in a parry that the beast pulled off with ease that resulted in a strike against Lucian. Without his weapon to take the hit Lucian placed his fate in the armor that Adok had made for him. The chestplate which had only taken passing strikes taking a heavy blow that crumbled the last of it and allowed the axe blade to imbed itself in the chest of Lucian.
Yet he was not dead. Ribs broken and blood running across his ash colored armor the Knight was still breathing just as he was before the strike. He sucked in one mighty breath and raised the scythe blade into the air.
Having overextended in a failed killing blow against Lucian he could not stop the scythe’s head from coming down upon his head. The single eye of the Orc, the one who he knew to be his killer, was directly squarely upon Lucian as he had proven the Dwarven Smithing was superior to that of the Orcish craft and body.
Yet, as the blade sank within the eye a spear from just behind Lucian had come between him and the Orc. As he dug the weapon so deep into the skull of the Orc that none could refute the killing blow a blue and gold lance had impaled itself through the chest of the Orc so deeply that it had surely struck the heart of the Warboss.
Enough force was brought behind the lance that the blow had taken the Scythe of Lucian out of his hands, remaining within the skull of the Black Orc who fell upon the ground. The lance of the Knight shattering as the Orc collapsed upon the ground.