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The scythe did indeed dig into the flesh of the Dragon, but Lucian did not feel the strength of the Smiting Rune imploding upon the foe. He had noted many times that the weapon sometimes failed to fire, such was the chances with magic, but here Lucian was only able to give a deep gash into the neck of the Dragon.
If it was any other creature it might have been a mortal wound. Let it be Giants like Grimidal and Orks, such strikes at the neck were at least able to stop most of the monster’s movement. Yet the Dragon was far more than simple flesh, but a manifestation of the Shysh winds that went through the realm.
In that fact Lucian was lucky, for the creature would have been unscratched from the blow if the winds of magic were allowed to flow freely, but even in a weakened state the Dragon had enough vitality to move and strike.
Flames did not rain down but its limbs were still able enough to swat the Knight away. Lucian felt the impact but such a half hearted blow was not enough to very much injure a Grail Knight. Instead he was thrown back onto the ground like a straw doll tossed by a child.
Scythe still in hand the Knight rose, but he found he did not need to.
As soon as Lucian was sent away from the dragon of nightmares the Sun Dragon was upon him. Jaws just as large as its gabbed the wounded neck towards where the head was, forcing the bloody wound to be exposed to the skies above for the gods to see.
Then, with a powerful pull, the tissue that was holding the head in place were torn apart. A powerful crunch was heard as the bones holding the neck together were shattered under the sheer power of a Dragon’s bite.
With a yank, Mortifax was decapitated.
<span class="mu-s">“I…”</span> The Dragon began as he roared towards the skies, <span class="mu-s">“I am Satharifax! May evil fear me once more!”</span>
