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Lucian was inflamed as he charged the Spawn of Chaos. A battlecry that broke through even the trees came from his mouth in a shout of absolute anger and hatred. He was no longer on the edge of death but was crying out the deep cry of hatred that all Dregni would cry at their final hours.
Though man, Lucian was but a mimicry of Grimnir. He did not care where his strike would land as he threw his scythe into the shoulder of the great monster and tore tendons through the air. Blood splattered everywhere, staining tree, dirt, air and Lucian’s flesh. Lucian’s body cried out in pain as skin melted away to reveal the muscle underneath that was turning a hateful green.
Lucian Feels No Pain.
He cried as another hack was made towards the wing. The Jabbersythe seemingly so slow as he dashed to the side to go at it from the side. A deep cut was made across its wing, severing so many tendons that the beast would be unable to flee from him. Acidic blood splattered onto his body with a sickening sizzle.
Lucian Feels No Pain.
The Jabberslythe, crying with the pain that Lucian had brought to it, lashed out with a slash of its Vorpal Claw. It cut deep, going through one of Lucian’s lungs as it dug deep enough within his chest to score a vital blow. In retaliation Lucian brought the scythe through the offending limb and severed it from the body like a blade of wheat. The scythe’s poll shattered as the acid blood burned the stock. So Lucian grabbed the blade with his own hands.
Feel No Pain. Lucian Feels No Pain!
Death upon him Lucian took the blade of the Scythe and raised it above his head. In the moments of chaos the Knight was upon its back, the blade dangling above its skull.
Then, in a swift moment, his blade slammed into the eye. The brain was punctured in mere moments before the blade dissolved in the brain acid.
Victory in battle at all costs. That is what Grimnir symbolizes.
>A Lake
>Shamen’s Hovel
>A familiar shack
