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With a push of his will Lucian brought his scythe down upon the three who were assaulting his person. Each of them a warrior of some kind tried to defend Lucian with their own parries and even one of them tried to bash his weapon into the torso of Lucian. If he was stronger, perhaps, Lucian would have been pushed back and the attack interrupted.
Yet the Knight had the might of Grimnir within him. His feet remained firm upon the ground and remained as so as the blunt blade slammed into his arms. The impact, which could have been bone shattering to a peasant, barely bruised Lucian as the Scythe came through and ripped the helmet of the offender off. The Knight slithering his weapon into the gap and of the armor and severing the skull from the rest of the body.
The other two backed away in that moment, dodging the attack with nimble ease afforded to them by their inhuman bodies.
Lucian quickly found himself defending as another of the undead came from the crowd and struck at him. The Knight was forced to swing his weapon over and try to strike at the attacker, killing him before he got a good hit. The Black Knight failed to do this, but the offender’s weapon had struck the armor in the rush. So while he got the first strike Lucian was able to slam his scythe into the helmet of the Skeleton.
It was not a beautiful strike, but it was a damning one that sent the skull hurtling towards the Necromancer. Lucian had tracked it, noticing that the Necromancer was now looking directly upon them instead of the gate. He reached his hand forward, a sinister feeling coming upon Lucian for those few precious moments. He felt cold, almost dead.
The Might of Grimnir had flared in that moment, Lucian feeling his blood fry and the magic rebounded from him and caused the Necromancer to almost fall backwards. Suddenly he saw a sword coming towards his visor, and so Lucian narrowly dodged it with a duck and letting out a punch by his mortal hand.
He had hit solid metal, pushing back the undead before another took tis place with its sword held high. The Peasant Knight raised his arm and defended against the strike against his head that caused orange sparks to fly. He retaliated this time with his scythe, caving in the ruined armor of the offending warrior with the sheer might of a Slayer!
They were losing time, they were losing time! Lucian knew this in an instant as another grouping of the Grave Guard came in his direction.
