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Quickly Lucian broke away. So far into his strike he was that Lucian thought it was another person screaming in agony as the blade of the undead sliced into the thigh of Lucian. He was reminded of such a folly when the pain surged through his body and spiked into his brain with a bloody vengeance.
He took a step back, then another as he placed pressure upon the limb that was injured. It screamed from the injury that was inflicted upon it but still held him upright. He felt his heart skip as he took a glimpse at the gouge that was taken out of his muscle.
It looked to have been about three inches deep. Small glimpses of the white bone shined underneath the tendons as they tried to keep Lucian from falling down. Such was the strength of Lucian’s body that even with a purely egregious injury that would have taken down a man did not bring him down.
He could feel it though. The darkness from when he fought the vampire slowly closing in. It was so far away yet it was so intimate that it was trying to take him within its embrace. He did not know how he was fighting it but he did not really worry about that.
All that mattered was how he was going to defeat the undead before him.
As he glanced up he watched the cloth hit the floor. The blackened helm of a Knight staring him down as it balanced a broadsword within its hands. Where there should have been an obvious headcrest had since been removed with great force, the gold fragments still jutting out from the injury someone had done to the warrior’s helm.
It was obvious now that Lucian was fighting not just an undead, but a Knight of the Realm turned towards the ranks of the undead.
The Damned Knight of the Realm raised its weapon once again. So ingrained in honor was it that the creature had not tried to cut off the head of Lucian as he witnessed the identity of his assailant.
Lucian only had to wonder how he would break through the flesh of the Undead Knight. To inflict injury just like it did to him.
>Through strength of arms
>For the Lady
>Pray to Morr
