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An injury was not something the Knight could abide with. His eyes turned upon the men at the other end, their anger somewhat extinguished as his eyes looked upon them. He searched the crowd, looking for the one who threw the bottle at the Knight.
“Who threw that!?” He demanded as he turned his attention towards the crowd of fools, “Who attacked a Knight of Bretonnia!?”
The Captain gave another roar but it was lost as the crowd responded to Lucian with renewed anger. Instead of causing them to shutter in fear against a demi-god in their presence Lucian was instead throwing oil into the fire instead.
Peasants of the Empire were maddening! Let alone them harming him, they were growing in anger as he approached them. Throwing insults of all kinds like mutant, witch fornicator, and rat taint were all things that Lucian could not allow now. He had sworn to kill a man in the courts of Bretonnia for committing such acts, it won’t be so different here.
“STOP!” Shouted the Captain in a roar that carried itself over the crowd with enough force that it caused even his sailors to stutter in the numerous insults they were throwing.
He did not stop for there are no reason to stop. The Captain had no authority over a chosen to the Gods and a Bretonnian Knight. He was but a simple merchant, a peasant from a guild who did not carry only value for war. Once the offender is disciplined he will need to fix this vessel, for that porky fool was surely hidding something mighty if this was the kind of chaos he was willing to create.
Then he felt a pull on his arm, the Captain putting his hands upon Lucian while yelling something the Knight could not hear over his men. The Knight brushed him off, sending his hand away with enough force to make him know who his betters were.
It was then that the Mob advanced.
Their Captain, who was keeping the sailors back, had been done a great injury by Lucian brushing him off. By acting against their liege the peasants were going to defend him with all the force they could muster.
Lucian was able to brush away the first three, using his arms so as not to do too much injury upon them, sent them flying across the floor. Behind them five others came and each of them grabbed the Black Knight by the arms and legs.
Lucian had faced greater threats, daemonic bats and abominations from hell. These people should have been easily thrown off and allow him to advance towards the surface so that he could get his bearing.
Suddenly, everything was so very heavy.
