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Black blood scattered across the ground as Lucian was not diminished one bit. He felt the wet pellets of ichor raining upon his armor yet the Black Knight’s armor was not diminished one bit. Instead he allowed the rune settled within his chest to fill him with that mammoth amount of strength that was beyond anything the Knight had known before.
Perhaps, it seems, Lucian was learning and understanding the rune. That this bloody execution was just a hint at a Slayer’s Might!
Screams of Skaven roared as the ratmen could not comprehend the destruction of their abomination. Quickly their fear of the Knight who was now advancing towards them overrode their sense of preservation and understanding. With the stank of fear washed in the air they broke every bar and lock that was holding in the rest of the Ratogres.
Lucian did not stand idly and charged the nearest ratman who had made himself known. Said creature was so scared that it failed to bring up the massive instrument within its hands, a weapon that reminded Lucian of a mancatcher from Aquitaine’s city guard. Yet it was filled with so many spikes that it was much closer to a torture device than even those used by the guard.
The Skaven lost its head, quickly followed by three others who were standing near him.
As if brought into a blood craze another of the abominations came charging at Lucian with jaws ajar. Lucian had to be quick, a fluke of dodging just a moment ago being ingrained in his body as he rolled under the monster and struck it in the back. It gave a mighty roar before flying around to slam its fist into Lucian. It was somehow ignoring the bloody tearing of its torso Lucian had made thanks to its motion, and it did not really care.
Lucian raised an arm and received the attack. His body shook to its core as such a massive weight was placed upon his relatively small frame. Yet he stood firm, the vast majority of the monster’s strength being lost in the blood that Lucian had caused it to spill.
Another burst of strength from the rune, Lucian battered away the quickly weakening limb and completed the cut that the creature was too stupid to realize it had. It was all muscle with bones too brittle to be considered worthy, so the scythe went through it as easily as it did when cutting the necks of Orks.
Another bleeding on the ground Lucian wondered to himself just what was happening. The rune sated for just this second, he realized just how surreal it was to quickly dispatch a monster like that. He shouldn't have, he shouldn’t have been able to.
He ignored those thoughts a moment later, for two more Ratogres had made themselves known along with a wave of indescribable hellspawn now swimming at the feet of such monstrous abominations.
>CHARGE!
>Lead them to a place to fight one at a time
>Best to start running!
>Other ideas
