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“By the Gods damn them.” Lucian said as he watched the two regiments begin their advance towards them.
Each of them were locked in step, their left feet all coming down at the very same moment the others did. Such a movement was surreal and hard to look at for Lucian, for never in his life did he witness such an unnerving feat of precision done by man. Let alone these monsters wearing the bones of man.
One thing the Black Knight noticed though, was that none of these creatures carried spears.
“Bok!” Lucian shouted as he gripped the shoulder of the beast. It should have been hard for Lucian to leap as he did onto the back of the mighty Kroxigor but it was a simple and swift movement. His strength from so long ago returning as if the chains were slowly being lifted.
His hands were gripping a simple rope necklace that was dotted with small totems of golden figures. Each of them Lucian was sure represented some kind of Old One that the Lizardmen worshiped for they looked strikingly similar to those that were statues, engravings, and pillars all around him.
What mattered here was that the rope wrapped around Bok’s neck was strong. Strong enough to carry the full weight of a Knight as he settled his legs on the back of the mighty beast.
“CHARGE!!!” Lucian announced, “Run them down, crush them under foot!”
His bellowing got the Kroxigor moving with brutal speed. His claws were imbedded into the stone and them freed, giving a great amount of force and speed as he went on all fours. The impact was severe and shattering against the Skeletons, running several of their kind under foot as the monster rushed forward.
Lucian’s scythe was already animated. One after another the scythe went through the spawn and creations of Nagash with animated fury.
Three, five, eight! So brutal was the strike that the magic holding all the others was abused. A sudden combustion of Shysh winds crossed as the skeletons fell into pieces.
The second group did not fare better.
>RUN HER DOWN!
>Announce your arrival
>Try to recover your comrades