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There was no preamble now as Lucian and the Hellpit Abomination charged at each other once again. Blade against engineered flesh clashed with one another with the blade of the Black Knight scoring the new scour of blood across the black stained rocks below their feet. It was with speed that Lucian was able to quickly make a strike against the wound that was already there, digging it just five inches deeper than what the divines allowed him to do.
The Abomination, a spiteful rebuttal to everything all gods both good and evil ordained within the world, did not even flinch at the attack. So many minds were at work there that the weak wills of the Skaven had become so twisted that the monster did not notice the wounds thanks to all the voices yelling at each other.
The monster rose on its hind legs once again, but instead of simply falling like an avalanche upon Lucian the monster quickly twisted in a weird contortion that was boggling for a monster of such a size. The Knight saw the attack coming and knew to brace the moment one of its many fists came rapturing down against him in an attempt to shatter him.
A shock went up the Knight’s side. It was a violent vibration that was dampened only by the cloths that he wore underneath his armor. He did not shutter at the impact though and took the hit because he had seen the abomination do this before. Where that first attack was from Lucian’s right the Knight knew that it would use the forces already generated to fling its other pair of claws against him.
And it did. With the force that would shatter lesser men and turn them into waste that only rats would be interested in the Hellpit Abomination threw its two right arms towards the Knight. Such a move would surely have meant death for the Knight but he instead threw himself into the unstoppable swing of the giant!
It could not stop such a mighty attack that was already in motion towards its prey. The Abomination and its many heads watched as the Knight went between its two arms and rolled into a stance that was so close Lucian could have taken a bite out of it.
Quickly he delivered such a bite, the bite of cold hard steel upon the many heads that were running down the back of the monster. A dozen screams echoed in a chorus of misery as the Knight severed the commanding tendons of the monster.
The response, for the first time since they’ve started fighting, was a gargle acknowledgement of pain that was from the deepest bowls of what could be described as a stomach of this monster. It was pained at the sudden severance of those heads and the Knight knew that this was the breaking moment.
