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The Knight had to shake himself as those voices cried out again. Some of them asking him to throw his weapon across the ground and take the death in kind. Others were demanding that Lucian throw the weapon as the Jabberslythe’s head in an attempt to decapitate it. Many others still were screaming at him now to simply forgo all thoughts and simply rage against the monster.
Madness, it was madness. Lucian did not know why he was even understanding these words that were from a language that he did not know. They were but the tongues of Chaos given thought and purpose by a monster who exhumes it.
Now Lucian understood what he felt the last fight he had with it. It was not fear that he was putting away but this madness that it infected its victims with. Those people he saved were not paralyzed by fear or fled away from their village in such fear, but it was this madness!
Lucian had to throw himself to the side again, his shoulder slamming at a bad angle upon the ground as he dodged a fatal stroke by the claws of the monster.
He reached out with a swipe of his weapon, the Jabbersythe having no armor meant that it was impossible to gain a damaging stroke against its flesh. The burning blood flew across the forest scattering across the trees and floor, with a good amount of it splashing upon Lucian himself causing his hands to burn greatly.
He gave out a voiceless roar of pain as it happened. Harming this creature seemingly caused him to suffer if the stroke was not good enough. Yet how could he focus when the voices were now screaming at him to do all sorts of things.
>Focus on shutting up the voices
>The Fight, we need to Fight!
>Prayer, prayer will settle things.
