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Lucian found his body moving without his thoughts for there was no need for it. The Rune of Dregni screamed for him to complete the task. Slowly but surely Lucian walked his ragged body across the land as he felt his control in the left arm disappear. He stared as the now panicking Red Duke as the Vampire looked upon Lucian with new found fear and confusion.
He knew that now his fate was sealed. None could run from the Green Knight and live, and with the winds above their heads covered in Ravens there was no way to escape into the skies. Yet he was still a Vampire and with a raising of his hands the ground next to him began to shimmer as dirt was transformed into bone.
Rising out of the dirt was a steed, a mighty one whose spirit had seen more lands than even Lucian. The Red Duke brushed his hand across the back of El Morzillo and threw himself onto the back of it. As he did so violet witchfire flared the steed accepted his rider once more from the deepest parts of a spirit.
Then he broke into a charge, but this was not one to flee, but instead a charge right for Lucian. Before any fear the Red Duke might have felt was his anger at the Black Knight for what he had put the Vampire through. The humiliation of what was an admitted defeat and now being put low by none other than the Green Knight.
The Red Duke needed a victory and seeked it from the blood of Lucian.
Lucian did not step away from the blow. As he witnessed the dozen miracles that came across the realm there was no reason to. Even if he died here and now the blow against evil itself would be so great that Bretonnia would get victory from it.
>>Pick and choose multiple, we are at the finally
>One stroke, one kill
>The Lance Arrives *Gillot comes to help*
>No more dishonor from you *An arrow strikes home*
>The magic breaks
