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As Lucian took down one of the several riders the others had made contact with the line. The jaws of the beasts biting the necks and chins of the peasants who were unlucky enough to be closest. The riders quickly took their spears and tried to strike out against the horde of peasants, scoring a few wounds just as the peasants isolated the peasants who were being ripped into. In doing so the fools had broken their formation.
Quickly the Orc Boyz quickly impacted the peasants. Many peasants died not to blows by the orcish choppas but instead the simple weight of the charging horde impacting their bodies. Before the Boyz in front could start killing the goblins who were amongst the boyz began chopping at the victims who had found themselves ran over. Then, before the Goblins could act, the Orcs above them reached down and ripped from the jaws of the fallen peasants their malformed teeth.
Blood and limbs flew as the Orc choppas began butchering the peasants unlucky enough to have been standing in the front. A few of them were lucky to have stabbed their assailant in the body or neck with the pitchforks yet the Orcs bodies were not as easily slain as those of men. With a mighty roar those who were bleeding lifeblood killed their attackers and ripped out the farming equipment with a mighty effort of strength.
Being upon a steed Lucian could see all and began fighting. Before the fighting had even started the Orcs were weary of the Black Knight yet they allowed battlelust to take their minds. Quickly the horde surged forth and charged the Knight head on with might.
Before the first orc could even lay a scratch upon Nightshade the beast had ridden up into the air, its hooves slamming upon the skull of the offending orc with a mighty spill of guts and brain matter.
The horse, having landed in a way that presented Lucian to the orcs allowed the warrior to slice off half a dozen heads with a single stroke of his blade. The heads rolled high as the Lucian felt a surge of might welling through his body.
It felt natural, almost otherworldly at just how perfect the stroke came. He knew in an instant that his steed, Nightshade, was a brilliant creature that knew how best to lead the man who rode her.
Lucian looked upon the nearby orcs, the horde stopping for just a moment as they all witnessed the murderstroke. The Black Knight raised his scythe silently into the sky, dark clouds coming over the battlefield as he did so. As the clouds came Nightshade reared towards the now blotted sky.
He was the Black Knight, the Chosen Banner Bearer of Morr. Only death comes from his blade.
Seeing Death upon the battlefield, they began to route.
