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The mighty undead was the size of three Bretonnian Horses. Its body made from the flesh of five of those kind with claws large enough to rip a steed asunder. It rippled with what appeared to be real, active muscles that moved and contorted with the flow of blood in its body.
Said blood, Lucian guessed, was not of the creature’s own body. Not when its fangs were so large that they could easily rip into the flesh, arteries, and heart of its victim.
“For the Lady!” Shouted Gillot as he took one side of the mighty monster. Lucian found himself taking the other side of the mighty creature with his scythe quickly slamming itself into the flesh of the monster with as much force as he could. As his weapon came across its flesh of its leg and tore through it with ease that was against what Lucian expected.
It showed its undeath though as it ignored the wound and swung a hand in the direction of Lucian. The Knight saw the rending claws and knew better than to even allow them the chance to slice into his flesh, so he sent himself in a roll to the side as to avoid the strike upon his chest that would have rend his chest apart.
Then the monster swung at Gillot, the Knight narrowly ducking under the attack as he slammed his sword into the offending arm. Lucian watched the Knight struggle in trying to retrieve the sword, getting so with a yank before the monster could prepare itself for another blow.
Both of them were in luck Lucian realized, for in the two attacks the monster gave close to a dozen Grave Guard had gotten themselves killed through ignoring the logic of the living. Their armor shredded by the mighty claws of this undead monster who had more traits of vampires than man, Lucian realized.
A moment now here, they must take down the mighty monster!
>Aim for the head!
>Work together to get on the back!
>Big wooden stick, aimed at the heart!
