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Lucian’s muscles screamed as the Knight attempted to run him down like a cavalier charging a linesman. His muscles screamed and in the next moment Lucian had thrown the Prince off and backwards for a few steps. A small amount of fear came across Lucian as he watched the Prince steady himself and raise his arms once again for the assault.
So much pain was going through his body, such was the lesson the Prince was trying to teach. Yet…
Gillot charged forward to which Lucian tried to receive the charge. Training once again prevailed above brawn as Lucian reached forward to try and get a hit at the man. Instead the Prince used his forearm to deflect the blow and with the other hand connect to the sides of Lucian.
HIs body screamed not wanting to bare with this pain. It feared that at any moment if Lucian was to continue this worthless struggle that a much more catastrophic injury could come. One which would spell the doom of his life. He would not yield though.
He must bare these pains now and forever if he is to gain his vengeance. That was clear and thus he continued by trying to make a slam at the Nobleman’s shoulder. Lucian watched then as the man simply sidestepped the attack and slammed another terrifying blow into his shoulder causing his entire body to twist in agony.
Then the Knight charged forward. Whatever strength Lucian had there that held him up was upset with the force of the Platarmored Nobleman slamming his entire weight into Lucian with stamping feet. His feet unsettled by this he realized that he was finally falling towards the ground with a crushing blow.
As he was upon the ground the Nobleman was upon him. First his feet slamming into the peasant’s gut and causing the pain to run through his body. As Lucian got onto his elbow and knees he could feel the Nobleman gripping his ribs and a pull by them. Yet Lucian did not move according to such motions but instead stood upon his feet once more.
Lucian knew then what he felt earlier. There was not a real amount of pain or even terror going through his mind. He should have been so terrified that he could not fight against a Nobleman who raised his hands against him. Yet he had seen a true terror that this greenhorne Nobleman has yet to be witness to.
Gillot looked upon him with something that was no longer of envy or vengeance. Instead he looked in some way terrified at Lucian who stood up once again. Lucian could barely understand such a sight when the words cut through the air like thunder.
<span class="mu-s">“Halt.”</span>
