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As his fellows fled the battlefield Lucian had a simple thought on the matter. Where in truth he knew what he needed to do. He was a servant of the Nobility and one of those that he served had fallen in combat.
If it was nothing more than to rescue the corpse of such a nobleman then Lucian would consider his duty as a Peasant fulfilled.
“My Lord!” He shouted as he prepared his weapon, “Morr pay witness!”
With a shout Lucian leaped forward from his spot and charged towards a wall of green. The Orcs that he was going towards were blindsided as he drove the scythe against their hide covered torsos and pulled upon his weapon. The Orc that he had caught within the weapon screamed upon the flanking attack and turned to see him, to which Lucian pulled upon the scythe to drive the weapon out of the fool’s body.
The Orc yelled in pain and tumbled down to the ground. Lucian had to be quick and leap over the fallen form creature. The creature whose body was made of something from another world still moved with life as Lucian slammed his feet upon its back and made another swing at its fellows.
With the height given Lucian was able to slice into one of their heads, his scythe being caught in the bone. He gave a mighty pull and yanked his weapon from it, only to see another orc riding his fellow forward.
This time it was a spear coming towards him with a tip that was closer in side to a shovel than anything Lucian had seen. There was no chance to parry but only dodge. Using his movement Lucian almost glided across the Orc with his feet barely reaching the ground in such a way that they were now on opposite sides.
Damning it was, Lucian realized that striking the Orc was not going to help. To do so was a waste of these precious moments and he knew that every second of his movement meant others were about to notice him.
It was only confirmed when he foolishly paid a glance in the direction he had come from to see several dozen Orcs were now chasing him through the crowd.
Lucian turned and gave another mighty effort. As a token of his luck the blade had cleaved through the knees of several orcs, causing them all to fall to the ground like wheat.
Leaping forward, he saw the Knight.
