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He considered it for that moment. He somehow trusted this… this thing that was promising him safety in return for damnation. Those thoughts crept up into his mind again and Lucian slammed the full force of his soul upon them.
“I will not abandon my people.” Lucian said firmly as he tightened his hands upon the scythe, “Not because I fear for my soul, but that it is the right thing to do! I stand against you Witch. Morr shall soon guide me to his garden!”
The woman gave a hearty laugh upon his words. It was a deep laugh that would have unsettled Lucian as he charged the woman with his scythe in hand. He did not even look at the wolves around him for there was no sense caring about them. He would push himself through their nips and bites if it meant taking this woman’s head.
“FOR BRETONNIA! FOR THE LADY!” Lucian shouted as he took the final step and brought his weapon forward. Every step that he had made was eclipsed with pain from the wound below, but now he was upon the witch.
When he weapon arced he watched as a single hand was raised against it. The feeling when the fingers of the woman touched it was like striking stone. There was not even purchase as she simply batted away the attack with a small frown.
“Now now, I worked hard to get my clothes. No reason I would let you ruin them.” She told the Peasant as her fist came into his stomach.
Lucian remembered the times the Donkey Truffles struck him. He could only compare the strike he received as a much more powerful kick from such a mighty beast sending him backwards into the dirt. As he looked up in the green light of Morrslieb, he noticed that the eyes of the woman glowed with a sinister red.
“A fool you are.” She answered simply, “I would have thought that being a peasant you would have realized the futility of fighting against your betters. How does it feel to be so weak that you could not even scratch me?”
“W-what are you!?” Lucian stared into her eyes and found there to be hunger within them.
A mighty laugh was brokered as she opened her arms wide. With her mouth agape Lucian could see as a pair of fang came jutting out from the gums to settle above her canine teeth. He had remembered tales of them and how the Knights of Aquitaine killed one of them so long ago.
“VAMPIRE!” He shouted his fear as dark energies began to swim about the woman.
