Vigi had snapped out of his shocked stupor when he heard Hallerna's voice, strong and furious, ring through the air. He was surprised to hear her defend him and felt a spike of fear for the fierce woman when she insulted Harald so boldly. Even if it was true, Harald was nothing if not a vengeful troll. 

He watched with fingers curled in the snow as the Christian monk stepped forward and challenged the false Thegan. It effectively drew Harald's attention from Hallerna and hopefully it would stay that way. With only her to defend her young girls, she needed not bring herself to the attention of this madman. 

Annadrais disappeared into the flames and Vigi hoped he would be able to save the poor girl. If Hallerna was right and she hadn't been bitten then that will take away some of Harald's credibility. Fewer crimes held the same level of severity as murdering a child. 

His eyes moved over to Haakon and he grimace, ignoring the pain that resulted from the expression. Haakon had received a far harsher beating than he and now had a knife pressed to his throat. The man looked barely conscious and had no idea how to help him without having his throat slit open.

The warrior pinning him pressed down on his chest harder when the large Saxon slave spoke of him. He hissed between gritted teeth in pain and turned a hard glare up at the warrior. 

For now the fear of his death had fled him. At the moment there were people that needed him and in his mind that took priority over his own crisis. If he was truly meant to die here then he wanted to at least save a few lives before his ended. 

[b]"Let. Me. Up."[/b] Vigi growled at the man still threatening him with his sword. His eyes were hard and the paleness of his eyes reflected the fire that was burning. 

The man scowled at him then glanced over at Wilfred. He seemed to grow nervous realizing he had the giant thrall's attention on himself. Wordlessly he lifted his foot and Vigi pushed himself up, ignoring the pain in his torso that yelled in protest at moving. 

It felt like he had at least sustained a bruised, if not cracked rib. He could tell so when he bent down to pick up his fallen saex and a sharp stab of pain raced up and down his right side. 

Clenching his jaw to keep out the sounds of his agony he wiped his saex clean of Draugr blood on his already stained tunic and sheathed it. He first approached the small girl, shooting a glare full of ice at Harald now that he saw young she was. 

He shook his head and knelt down, gently touching her soot covered cheek. His eyes and hands moved over her with professional confidence. He took note of every scratch and burn, but he saw know bite marks. 

He sat back on his knees and turned his hard glare back at Harald. [b]"This child has no bite marks."[/b] He spoke loudly so all could hear him. He took off his rabbit fur cloak with his left hand and carefully wrapped her in it to protect her com the cold. [b]"But now she does have burns scorched into her, thanks to your foolish judgement."[/b] He snarled at Harald. 

[b]"Hallerna,"[/b] he called out, turning his gaze to the brave woman. [b]"She needs a mothers gentle care now."[/b] He carefully stood and looked over at Haakon sprawled in the snow with the knife still at his throat. He glared at the men but said nothing, not wanting to do anything to risk the man's life. He moved on to Anndrais, putting a hand on his shoulder and looking him over quickly for evidence of bites or serious burns. [b]"This man is not bitten."[/b] He called out, squeezing his shoulder. [b]"Your god smiles on you this day."[/b] He said a bit softer, then moved on to Robbie.

He hadn't seen the extent of his injury from where he had been, but as he grew closer he saw how bad it was. Alarm shot through him and he moved quicker, dropping down to his knee's in the snow and gently brushing away strands of burnt hair. [b]"This is bad."[/b] He said with a grim set of his lips. He turned behind him to the burning healing house, gritting his teeth as he watched the roof cave in. 

With jerking movement's he opened his bag that he still had on him. He found he was out of cloth bandages and only had a spare tunic under all of the jars and pouches he carried. He pulled out the tunic and pressed his lips together seeing that it was a red, intricately embroidered tunic that'd been a gift to him. He glanced at the prone slave and started to tear the cloth to pieces. 

It was probably a shock to some to sacrifice such a garment for a slave, but Vigi felt Robbie's bravery and strength deserved it. Besides if he was to die here, he had no use for the tunic. He finished bandaging the wound, being careful when he moved Robbie's head to properly wrap it. When he finished he threw the thick tunic over the slave, eyeing the ravens embroidered in white thread on the red dyed wool.

Vigi turned his hard gaze back to Harald and stood from the snow, ignoring the cold that was seeping into him faster without his cloak. [b]"This slave is not bitten!"[/b] He declared, walking forward with his eyes focused on Harald. [b]"You,"[/b] He began through gritted teeth. [b]"You are a curse upon us."[/b] He said darkly. [b]"I do not know who I feel sorry for, us,"[/b] He threw his arms out, unable to stop a grimace and hiss of pain when the motion pulled his battered muscles. [b]"That are trapped within these walls as you play your silly power games or,"[/b] He snapped his eyes to his men. [b]"The men that have sworn their loyalty to you, loyalty that by no means you would return for them."[/b] He stopped walking when the warrior that beat him before stepped forward. [b]"My how quick they move to cover your ass when a threat approaches."[/b] He sneered. [b]"A real Thegan, a real warrior, would not so readily hide behind his men as you do."[/b]

He stared hard at the man who returned the glare, but Vigi saw a flicker of something in his eyes. He could not say for certain what, but he guessed it was uncertainty. Turning his eyes away he focused on Harald. [b]"But perhaps you are neither a Thegan or a warrior, perhaps you are a man of the seidr like myself,"[/b] He felt his voice rising steadily with every word until he was nearly shouting. [b]"Because only someone versed in seidr would dare to sanction sacrifices to the gods!"[/b] He yelled, voice dripping with sarcasm.

[b]"How dare you claim to have the authority to do; THIS!"[/b] he turned slightly to wave his hand angrily at the burning healing house. [b]"The gods require sacrifices of value! They demand sacrifice of the most prized farm animals and slaves, instead you attempt to send them diseased corpses!"[/b] He jerked his head to look at the crowd. [b]"Such a gesture would bring the gods wrath upon us!"[/b] Vigi fixed his glared onto Harald again. [b]"So you have so far destroyed all of our medicine, nearly murdered an innocent child for no reason and you're pathetic attempt at sacrifice has likely angered the gods whom we need now more than ever!"[/b]

Vigi leaned back, contempt and disgust twisting his fair features. [b]"Does any of that sound like something a sane man would do!? Let alone a man that claims to be a Thegan! Well then Harald, if it is madness that you want,"[/b] He smirked coldly, lowering his voice into a dark purr as his pale green eyes, alight with the flames of the healing house drilled into Harald, [b]"Madness is what you shall receive."[/b]