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A Dance of Death
A Dance of Death
We crouched amongst the undergrowth, the morning mist chilling any exposed skin, like the kiss of Loki's cold breath. It swirled thick, clinging to the trunks and limbs of the pine trees as though they were clothed in it. The tall trees towered over us; it was as though, like us they were waiting for something, keeping watch high above us.
I gripped my sword tightly, it's worn leather bound handle comfortable in my hand. Beside me lay my shield, strong planks of wood reinforced with steel. At my side an axe hung, its hardened heavy head sharpened to a death bringing finish, mounted on a strong oak handle, my most faithful companion in countless battles. Chainmaille cascaded over my shoulders like a glinting metal waterfall.
I looked at the people surrounding me; they were, like me, tensed in anticipation, watching, waiting. As I watched them I wondered who among us would tonight dine together in the longhouse and who would dine at Odin's table in the halls of Valhalla.
Thurisaz. The Raider
Hakon slammed the warrior's head into the pile of wooden logs by the house, until he remained there unmoved. Another soldier rushed upon him with raised sword. Hakon's shield parried the blow, shoving the man aside, pushing him back stormily, his sword slashing at him unrelenting until the man fell on his knees, eyes filled with horror. So Hakon drove the blade through his chest. But then, another man – a peasant, limping but determined and with a despaired hate in his distorted countenance - rushed upon him from the storehouse behind, striking with a studded club at his back. Hakon bent to dodge the hit, so the studs grazed his armour but were not driven through it entirely. He grunted and turned halfway with shield raised to block the second hit, swinging his blade at the peasant's thigh, pummeling the club out of his hand and grappling him by the shoulder to strike his helmet in the man's bare head, leaving him collapse in the dirt.