A grunt and a pounding pulled him from his thoughts.
Vilkas’ head snapped towards the sound; his thoughts becoming oddly focused yet so out of control.
Whatever the monster had been expecting, it hadn’t expected the nord to run screaming into it.
Vilkas let out a shout as he dashed across the cave, fingers tightly holding the hilt of Ariella’s broken sword. He crashed into the beast, rage aiding him.
The creature fell back and Vilkas punched with his left hand before driving the fragmented sword into its chest. He shouted curses out, rage filling him as he continued to stab the monster in the chest; the white fur quickly staining with thick black blood.
The horrid troll tried to fight but was losing blood too quickly as Vilkas continued to plunge the weapon that had failed Ariella into its chest over and over and over again.
The Beast stilled long before Vilkas let up his efforts. His arms grew sore and as the adrenaline filled rage left him he wished he had a beast to blame for it. Yet the wolf had not been seen during that entire interlude.
Vilkas regained his composure and collected the broken sword and bloodied material remains. Aela said they should have things to burn and Ariella needed a funeral.
He didn’t want to pick up any body parts though, the thought of carrying her broken, bitten bones made him find it hard to breath. So he collected what he could handle carrying; her robes, the pages, the pack, the bandages and her sword.
It was a rather Nord thing to do, but before Vilkas left he lopped the head off the murderous troll. It would burn to bring her peace.
Dawning - Part 13b/?
Vilkas’ head snapped towards the sound; his thoughts becoming oddly focused yet so out of control.
Whatever the monster had been expecting, it hadn’t expected the nord to run screaming into it.
Vilkas let out a shout as he dashed across the cave, fingers tightly holding the hilt of Ariella’s broken sword. He crashed into the beast, rage aiding him.
The creature fell back and Vilkas punched with his left hand before driving the fragmented sword into its chest. He shouted curses out, rage filling him as he continued to stab the monster in the chest; the white fur quickly staining with thick black blood.
The horrid troll tried to fight but was losing blood too quickly as Vilkas continued to plunge the weapon that had failed Ariella into its chest over and over and over again.
The Beast stilled long before Vilkas let up his efforts. His arms grew sore and as the adrenaline filled rage left him he wished he had a beast to blame for it. Yet the wolf had not been seen during that entire interlude.
Vilkas regained his composure and collected the broken sword and bloodied material remains. Aela said they should have things to burn and Ariella needed a funeral.
He didn’t want to pick up any body parts though, the thought of carrying her broken, bitten bones made him find it hard to breath. So he collected what he could handle carrying; her robes, the pages, the pack, the bandages and her sword.
It was a rather Nord thing to do, but before Vilkas left he lopped the head off the murderous troll. It would burn to bring her peace.