The old warrior swung and cleaved through two of the stragglers and Thu’umed another pair into a wall.
“Gunnar!”
Gunnar ducked in time to avoid a sword through the back. He delivered a rib breaking strike to the sword’s owner’s gut and then knocked the howling man away.
Almost too terrified to look, Gunnar looked over to the Harbinger. He was down to one knee but Farkas was at his back, fending off strikes with his own greatsword. He had to get over there.
A silver sword abandoned Farkas and Kodlak and ran over to lash at him, leaving a good gash across his arm, before he returned the favor tenfold and decapitated the Silver Hand. She didn’t even have enough time to scream.
He needed to focus. This wasn’t the time to get panicked. These three were the best the Companions had to offer. He needed to relax.
Gunnar saw pup was easily fending three attacks at once and likely didn’t need help, but as the older Nord dashed by the old warrior clobbered one upside the head with his sword, easing pup’s burden a bit as he rushed over to save Farkas and Kodlak.
Gunnar cleaved through one more Silver Hand, his sword finally having dulled to the point that the next person he hit got the same force but with a blunt edge, crushing their ribs innards.
Farkas and Kodlak managed to kill the remaining two while he was killing the first two, kicking their corpses aside.
“Go help your brother!” Gunnar said pressing his glowing hands to Kodlak’s gut as the old Harbinger leaned against the old warrior of support. His aged cheeks were already losing color and looking waxy.
Farkas rushed off to his brother’s side while Gunnar poured everything in his hands.
“Please, if you nine bastards have any heart at all, give me the strength to save him” Gunnar growled.
~*~
The Circle and a few others were gathered in the Underforge.
“A grievance” Eorlund sighed “All over brashness”
Alea, who had been shooting Silver-Hand from the roof until they all lay dead and her fingertips bled, was too tired to argue and just sat in the corner miserably.
“At least we didn’t lose anyone” Farkas noted optimistically.
“Yet” Eorlund spat venomously, throwing a glare Alea’s way.
Gunnar had done the best he could and then hauled Kodlak over to the temple for Danica’s more masterful hand at Restoration. The old warriors had shown back up, so they were assuming the worst.
“Where was Gunnar during all that? If he had showed up” Vilkas muttered miserably.
“I don’t know, you said that he was talking to Kodlak before hand, right? Maybe they were onto something”
Just then, Gunnar came into the Underforge. The whole front of his arm, his hands and parts of his arms were dyed red in Kodlak’s blood and his good eye was a very bloodshot pink. He went over and took a seat next to Vilkas on the ground, rubbing at his face and unwittingly rubbing blood all over his face.
“What’s the verdict?” Eorlund asked before Vilkas could open his big mouth.
“Don’t know” Gunnar sighed deeply “We stopped the blood, but it’s a terrible wound to have to his age, right now Kodlak’s resting, regaining his strength”
“But is he going to… die?” Farkas ventured.
“I don’t know” Gunnar sighed deeply again, sounding like his world was breaking apart around him “Right now it all depends on if he can regain his strength or not”
“His life is on the balance” Eorlund said sadly.
“Yes”
“Speaking of balance, you could have really changed it if you had been here” Vilkas growled.
“Kodlak sent me off to get the last thing we needed to make the cure a reality” Gunnar said firmly, giving Vilkas the stare a father would when dealing with a bratty child. Vilkas blushed a bit with embarrassment and muttered an apology, to which Gunnar affectionately punched the bullheaded knight in the shoulder.
“Cure?” Alea asked, seeming genuinely interested.
“Yes, we now can cure those with wolf’s blood” Gunnar said. He got to his feet and left the Underforge for a moment, bringing a large bag when he returned. He reached into the bag and brought what he had returned with.
“We must bring these to the place where Harbingers of old lay their dusty bones” Gunnar said, holding up the bloody witch’s head “And burn the head of those that cursed them in the first place”
Old Scales 36b/42
“Gunnar!”
Gunnar ducked in time to avoid a sword through the back. He delivered a rib breaking strike to the sword’s owner’s gut and then knocked the howling man away.
Almost too terrified to look, Gunnar looked over to the Harbinger. He was down to one knee but Farkas was at his back, fending off strikes with his own greatsword. He had to get over there.
A silver sword abandoned Farkas and Kodlak and ran over to lash at him, leaving a good gash across his arm, before he returned the favor tenfold and decapitated the Silver Hand. She didn’t even have enough time to scream.
He needed to focus. This wasn’t the time to get panicked. These three were the best the Companions had to offer. He needed to relax.
Gunnar saw pup was easily fending three attacks at once and likely didn’t need help, but as the older Nord dashed by the old warrior clobbered one upside the head with his sword, easing pup’s burden a bit as he rushed over to save Farkas and Kodlak.
Gunnar cleaved through one more Silver Hand, his sword finally having dulled to the point that the next person he hit got the same force but with a blunt edge, crushing their ribs innards.
Farkas and Kodlak managed to kill the remaining two while he was killing the first two, kicking their corpses aside.
“Go help your brother!” Gunnar said pressing his glowing hands to Kodlak’s gut as the old Harbinger leaned against the old warrior of support. His aged cheeks were already losing color and looking waxy.
Farkas rushed off to his brother’s side while Gunnar poured everything in his hands.
“Please, if you nine bastards have any heart at all, give me the strength to save him” Gunnar growled.
~*~
The Circle and a few others were gathered in the Underforge.
“A grievance” Eorlund sighed “All over brashness”
Alea, who had been shooting Silver-Hand from the roof until they all lay dead and her fingertips bled, was too tired to argue and just sat in the corner miserably.
“At least we didn’t lose anyone” Farkas noted optimistically.
“Yet” Eorlund spat venomously, throwing a glare Alea’s way.
Gunnar had done the best he could and then hauled Kodlak over to the temple for Danica’s more masterful hand at Restoration. The old warriors had shown back up, so they were assuming the worst.
“Where was Gunnar during all that? If he had showed up” Vilkas muttered miserably.
“I don’t know, you said that he was talking to Kodlak before hand, right? Maybe they were onto something”
Just then, Gunnar came into the Underforge. The whole front of his arm, his hands and parts of his arms were dyed red in Kodlak’s blood and his good eye was a very bloodshot pink. He went over and took a seat next to Vilkas on the ground, rubbing at his face and unwittingly rubbing blood all over his face.
“What’s the verdict?” Eorlund asked before Vilkas could open his big mouth.
“Don’t know” Gunnar sighed deeply “We stopped the blood, but it’s a terrible wound to have to his age, right now Kodlak’s resting, regaining his strength”
“But is he going to… die?” Farkas ventured.
“I don’t know” Gunnar sighed deeply again, sounding like his world was breaking apart around him “Right now it all depends on if he can regain his strength or not”
“His life is on the balance” Eorlund said sadly.
“Yes”
“Speaking of balance, you could have really changed it if you had been here” Vilkas growled.
“Kodlak sent me off to get the last thing we needed to make the cure a reality” Gunnar said firmly, giving Vilkas the stare a father would when dealing with a bratty child. Vilkas blushed a bit with embarrassment and muttered an apology, to which Gunnar affectionately punched the bullheaded knight in the shoulder.
“Cure?” Alea asked, seeming genuinely interested.
“Yes, we now can cure those with wolf’s blood” Gunnar said. He got to his feet and left the Underforge for a moment, bringing a large bag when he returned. He reached into the bag and brought what he had returned with.
“We must bring these to the place where Harbingers of old lay their dusty bones” Gunnar said, holding up the bloody witch’s head “And burn the head of those that cursed them in the first place”