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Pain flowed through Lucian’s body as he rose from the crash site. Upon his blackened armor was the dark red blood of vitae. The lifeblood of any creature and whose lost simply meant that their death was guaranteed.
A blessing of Morr it might have seemed, but it was not his blood that caked his armor.
The Red Duke had driven the Lance directly into the chest of Satharifax. The mighty dragon lying upon the ground in what must have been a great amount of pain. Yet it was to the vitality of a Dragon that even after losing such vital blood he was still alive and twitching. The Lance imbedded into his chest did not seem cursed, only a lance that was capable of piercing his scales.
So the Priest of Morr gave a prayer to him. It was the least the Knight could do for because the two of them crossed paths that the Dragon was now teetering on the door’s of Morr. It was a prayer that if Morr was to make a decision on the Dragon, that the decision was to be made swiftly. And, if it were to happen, that the beast be given a chance at eternal life either as a Servant of he or perhaps even the Lady’s service.
It was after this prayer, with the scythe once more within his hands, that the Knight of Bretonnia made his way towards where the Red Duke had fallen. Underneath the violet eclipse the Scourge of Aquitaine was already moving. Within his hand was a weapon which Lucian found it hard to settle his eyes upon.
A magical weapon, he realized. And it was a dangerous one at that as well.
There, in the open fields, did the two approach each other. The Black Grail Knights who served the Red Duke in death flew overhead like vultures looking for a carcass to harvest. It was not far off, Lucian reasoned, for they were waiting for him to fall so that they could reap the relics from his body and set about the conquest of Bretonnia with them in possession.
The two of them stopped, roughly ten steps away from one another. The sinister grin was decorated across the face of the Vampire as he balanced the blade in his hand, <span class="mu-s">“You fight a good fight, Knight! There is shame that you fight not for yourself but for others. I would have made you into my child without another thought.” </span>
“I see no greater honor than that.” Lucian answered the Vampire, “Face me, fiend, so that I can grant to you Morr’s mercy.”
<span class="mu-s">“Very well!”</span> He cheered while charging forward with a wicked grin upon his face.
