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Lucian looked at his hands, looked at the sword that was within his hands. He was doing something wrong. His hands failed to any strike against the undead. The weapon was fighting against him surely but his hands were simply unable to make the strikes that needed to be made!
He… he cannot win this battle alone. At this climatic battle he was not the one who will shine. A small bit of selfishness was what held him back and now humbled Lucian knew what needed to happen.
“GILLOT!” yelled Lucian as he looked towards the battle. The Ducal Prince was clearly hammered by the First King, his armor filled with rents and dents across the shell. He still had his senses though and looked towards Lucian as he yelled the next part, “TAKE THIS SWORD!”
With a push of might Lucian threw the sword across the battlefield. The blue blade glinted in the magical lights that danced around, threatening to strike these very heavens, before it descended town into the hand of the Ducal Prince.
Lucian did not watch the happenings and instead turned towards the group of warriors infront of him. They had not gone upon Lucian, the group clearly not under the complete control of their patron. The souls within did not want to attack Lucian, and he gave them no reason to now that he was disarmed.
Lucian charged them in that moment. His feet kicking up the remaining dust as the undead quickly realized that the Black Knight was still willing to fight them. Lucian’s eyes were upon a single one of them, the one who was carrying a massive axe that was as large as Lucian’s torso. He did not hesitate as his fist connected with the skeletal face of the undead.
Hot fire roared through his blood as Lucian went for the brutalist option. His left hand gripping tightly upon the weapon as his soul sang praises of the gods. The grip of the undead loosened, and then released so that Lucian could rip it out as the body of the undead glowed a harmless green.
A Battleaxe felt decent within the Knight’s hands. The grip was quickly familiar to his hands even though the weight did not feel quite right. He did not think for long as another of the undead came up to attack the Knight from the rear. With a twist of his feet that almost caused him to trip, Lucian slammed the axe’s head into the neck of the undead with enough force to cleave the armor that was underneath it. The head was dangling there for a moment until the magics of shyish escaped the body.
The other threw themselves at Lucian, the Knight giving them twice the harm that they had inflicted upon them.
