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It was death. A contraption that Lucian could barely comprehend and that no mortal artisan would have considered was simply the dealer of annihilation. Surely the Dwarfs would have wanted to create something like that, but even their radicals would never have dreamed up a weapon so massive. By the gods themselves, they could not even create something that large even if they tried.
Yet in the hands of an Ancient who had been in existence since the Gods walked the Old World, it was there. Crafted and ornate, ready to strike him down.
In this single moment Lucian prayed. He did not pray to Morr, for the God of the Dead could not provide protection. This weapon was a weapon of other gods, and those Gods would surely guarantee his death if Morr would have rejected it.
No, the Knight prayed to the patron of all Knights. For here in this moment, Grimidal was committing the greatest of violations against Chivalry. Here he was to lose and in a moment desperation draws a firearm in hopes that the fight would be lopsided in his favor. How could the Lady of the Lake sit aside and allow this to happen, allow this fool to violate their ancient tenants!
It was a fool’s prayer. A prayer that had no hopes of being answered. As the hammer of the weapon came down and struck such a large spark that it would have ignited a forest fire came, there seemed to be no hope. No hope for safety, no hope for salvation, no hope to save Bretonnia from the Vampires of Nagash.
As the firearm ignited, when Lucian’s eyes was being filled with light, he saw it. A small arrow, whose size was dwarfed by the Demi-God, flew through the sky. Carried on by the winds of faith, Lucian saw as the dishonorable Grimidal be struck by the folly of his own hubris.
The arrow struck him cleanly in the right eye, the eye he looking upon Lucian with. Two mighty roars cried out as black powerder ignited and the giant was struck true by a perfect arrow. All at the same time Lucian felt the winds of the Lady’s Protection flush by him with an onrush that was unbelievable to experince.
He could not see it as he was blinded, but Lucian could feel as the Lady’s winds carried the lead ball the size of a hovel to the left of Lucian. Slightly diverted it was thanks to the intervention of a fateful arrow, it was well within the Lady’s might to banish the munition into the ground next to Lucian.
Yet all damage could not be avoided. The impact of the lead ball sent Lucian and Nightshade flying across the earth.
