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Here, as close as he could to the Red Duke, Lucian fought against him in raptious flurries and cracks of steel. There was little room for anything as the two of them took blow after blow from one another.
The Red Duke was fast, a Vampire Lord whose ability was far above that of man. He swung his weapon in such a way that it had cut into the flesh of Lucian three times. One of those was a chopping behind the legs of the Grail Knight, the next was a blow into the shoulders right underneath the pauldron, and another was a wearing blow which dug into the Dwarfen plate just barely.
Where the Duke had issues fighting against the Grail Knight, where the very flesh of Lucian was enough to burn the taint of corruption from this very world, there was no issues for Lucian.
The Knight had slammed his fist into the face of the Vampire twice, each one scoring a blow which caused the vampire to grumble in pain. Another was when his scythe was digging into the flesh at the ribs. While the blow did not trigger the Smite or stab the undead’s heart, it was enough to give the vampire pain.
But the more and more they fought it was becoming less and less about using the scythe but instead his hands. Where Lucian was being worn by each of the blows, so was the undead. Where mortal weapons would have no hope of driving him back the flesh and arms of Lucian were. It was not the claws of a Vampire but the grapple of a Grail Knight which caused greater pain.
So Lucian went for it. A hand wrapping upon a pauldron of the Red Duke as the Duke went for a blow. Being so close the blow was not a lethal blow against Lucian. It had somehow snacked underneath his waste and into his pelvis, the blow stinging, but the Knight’s flesh still somehow kept him upright.
Lucian’s other hand reached forward and grabbed the neck of the creature. His hand being like and axe which caused the vampire the greatest pain it could have. The scythe had dropped on the ground but it was too cumbersome for what was a full on wrestle against his assailant.
As Lucian’s other hand reached for his neck to join the other he felt numerous blows upon his back as the Vamprie Lord was in panic. Even Dwarfen made armor had its limits and soon Lucian felt his flesh peppered with blows as he tried to strangle the unlife from the creature.
Lucian could see it, the fear in the Red Duke’s eyes. The Rune of Dregni screamed at him as he achieved what so many Slayers wished that they could do. He just needed that little bit more time and then he could kill the fool where he stood.
Then, as sudden as death was, Lucian felt himself slammed with a wave of magic. It was not much, but the blow was enough to break his grip and give the fiend enough time to finally fall back.
