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The smoke was caught in his throat. The stigmatas of corruption and devastation caused his eyes to water. His very soul quaked in fear as it reminded him that there were far worst fates than simply dying. That if he was to die here, Lucian would not go to the divine Morr but instead to the four Gods of Ruin who would tear him apart in a mere instant.
Yet Lucian was not alone.
HIs chest burned with an immense flame that flared through his heart and lungs. A divine might flowing through him that Lucian took greedily like the Dwarfs who it embodies. It purged the smoke from his lungs. Through his mind was an immense anger that teetered on insanity itself, yet this was a cold anger that was focused upon a single point. Effigies of damnation surrounding him, their grip upon his mind was shattered as Lucian’s soul became a blazing fury of curses and rebuttals.
Charging forward the Chaos Warriors lined themselves in a three rank thick formation. Then they took out their long weapons, arranging them so that all those points were directed at Lucian to skewer himself upon. These were seasoned veterans who fought and won against the forces of Bretonnia, the charge of a lone Knight who did not even have his armor was nothing to them.
Yet as Lucian charged, so did Bok. The massive form that was in front of him began swinging his weapon wildly towards the Chaos Warriors. There was no rhyme or reason to the attacks, Lucian thought, until he witnessed the club made from random bits of wood Bok had grabbed slamming into those Chaos Warriors and their weapons.
It was a motion that no horseman to could do, knocking over the weapons that were threatening to impale his steed! Three more throws of the club and the Chaos Warriors were almost all on the ground and none of their weapons were prepared to strike out against Lucian as he ruched by.
Lucian, Champion of Morr, prayed that his companion would survive. For he would have died there if the Kroxigor had not charged into those Chaos Warriors.
Now clear of the Warriors Lucian reached onto his back and took out his scythe. The massive weapon made from the iron forges of man seemed to glisten in the firelight as he charged.
<span class="mu-s">“HEAR ME GRIMIDAL!”</span> Lucian yelled at the top of his voice in an angry shout that showed just how far into the runic magics of the Dwarfs Lucian found himself, <span class="mu-s">“IN THE NAME OF GRIMNIR, THE LADY, AND MORR, I WILL SLAY YOU!”</span>
Lucian was answered with a laugh that shook the very earth. The Giant slowly picked up a massive piece of iron that was sitting next to him which was nearly half the length of the giant who wielded it.
Like a god, the giant rod came slamming down above the Questing Knight’s skull.