The second Perturbant collapsed under the Knight's shield, but not cleanly. Its spined limbs wrapped around the edge, curling over like vines trying to claim the steel. The Knight shoved forward with all his strength, planting his boots into the stone, gritting his teeth as the creature hissed and snapped its head forward, grazing his helm with a rake of thorns that left a jagged scratch across the metal. Ludwig moved to intercept before the beast could try again, swinging Oathcarver in a tight arc. The blade carved through the creature's upper torso with a cleaving force that severed bark-like ribs and ruptured the strange tissue beneath. The Perturbant didn't cry out. None of them did. It simply folded in on itself and slumped to the floor like a puppet cut loose from its strings
[You have slain an Eraged Perturbant Level 95]
[Due to it being a construct no soul gain will be generated]
"Much better," Ludwig muttered to himself.
