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These men were fighting and laughing only when they were not faced with Lucian. The Harbinger of Ruin was to them what his title was meant to be, a declaration of ruin to those that were against the dark gods. The Norscans knew this, and cried out in terror as Lucian advanced upon them.
Six more killed in a pair of strikes that Lucian made against the marauders. Their bodies scattered about like ruined dolls as his scythe cleaved their flesh apart. A quick advancement of his step was enough to place fear in a group of them, the Norscans rushing towards the gates in terror of Lucian’s assault.
Lucian saw as they were cut down by one of the wolfman, the giant of a monster giving a growl as he saw Lucian’s men marching towards the gate. It did not bother waiting, charging towards them with a brutal leap towards Lucian in hopes that the pounce would be enough to ruin Lucian.
Perhaps it would have been, Lucian reckoned, but the spearmen that were at his side moved their shields infront of him and took the incoming blow. Two of them slammed into the ground, having their brains splattered across the dirt while the other two were spaired Morr’s embrace by having their arms shattered.
It was their sacrifice that gave Lucian the chance to march forward and bring his scythe towards the monster. It landed, digging into its throat, but the sheer toughness of the skin kept Lucian from yanking the scythe out and severing the juggular completely. How such a thing was still moving while baring its teeth towards Lucian was something that the Knight could not understand.
So Lucian punched it in the face with the anger and wrath of a Dwarfen God.
That was enough of a blow to rip the his scythe out of the creature’s neck and end its life so that its soul would travel to the damned god that it worshipped to gain such a mighty mutation. It was upon its death that the Slaves of Chaos howled into the air, their screams clearly a sign.
When Lucian stood at the gates and witnessed their retreat, he knew that the end had not yet come. Wolfman running back into the woods, their numbers clearly greater than what they had attacked with. And amongst their retreating forces, Lucian saw witness to the largest creature that he had ever seen in his lifetime. As tall as a castle, the giant simply walked its way into the forests to be obscured by the tall canopies.
Why they had not committed themselves fully to the assault Lucian did not know. Was it to drain them of their men, weak then through the treatment of injured, or some sick play made by their dark gods where they played with their food.
Lucian knew though they would be back tomorrow, and that the Norscans will make sure this castle fell on the night when Morrslieb was at its fullest.
>Prepare for the next assault
>Argue that they should sally forth!
>Assassination time
