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In all the chaos that was happening Lucian watched the displays of magical might meeting near the ceiling. The two sides of sheer magic might try to tear eachother apart. He knew the weapon within his hands might be of use to others, but Lucian knew that by losing this weapon he will have himself disarmed.
As he advanced towards the master of this keep, the one who caused such ruin to fall upon this place, a group of warriors formed up infront of the Necromancer. Each of them even with withered faces had beards that brushed the ground they walked upon. Their armor the thickest that Lucian had seen, with the exemplar of the Dwarfen race.
Now they were tied to the will of the Necromancer. Damned as they were to serve his will against their own will. Perhaps it was the hatred against this defiling act that had caused the Ghosts of the Royal Guard to rise in the first place. To see their own kind turned against them and their First King brought low.
They were between Lucian and his quarry, the Necromancer not even paying him heed as the fellow continued the massive duel between him and Tee-Nee-Tyny.
The undead were the first to break ranks, a fact that Lucian was surprised had happened. Dwarfs were not well known to run towards their enemy but perhaps it was because they wanted to face death. The shreds of will and desire causing their bodies to move against the necromantic magics that were puppetting them.
Feeling the sword sting him, his grip shaking just that little bit, Lucian wondered if he could give that.
He did not have long to think on the matter as the undead were upon him in moments. Two of them were already reaching out with blades and hammers that would threaten to sunder the armor of Lucian. The Knight had to throw himself to the side as the undead almost gained three perfect strikes.
