Vali stood above several corpses he had slain and howled (get it Blackfire?) with glee. He was bought back to reality by the stench of smoke off in the distance. He ran back to the rest off the men and stood in the lines. He was just a regular soldier. No one special. He sheathed his long blade and grabbed a spear from one of the men he had cleaved and used it to stretch his arms.

The man next to him whispered a few words and he plunged his spear into his throat. "Never! Never speak of mutiny in my presence. Ekkil is the one I follow 'till the very end!" He kicked the body off his spear and kicked it aside. He took his sword and spear as well and sheathed the dead man's spear. Now in his hands, he held his twistedly curved sword and a long poisened tipped spear in his hands and howled with the men when the screamed a war cry. "Praise Ekkil! Free Ekkilson from the deapths off Hel!"

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