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As the Ancient Nordic warrior ran through the wilderness, he found himself constantly looking over his shoulder...

He was being followed...

A group of his fellow tribesmen had caught him and his lover as she performed her dark ritual in the wilderness and negotiations quickly fell apart as he was left entirely in the dark as to what the purpose of the ritual was. Evelyn had told him that it was a binding ritual, to keep them together but that sounded very vague to him and knowing nothing of magic, he couldn't even imagine what that meant.

The two of them were caught and were eventually attacked by tribals, who fired multiple shots with bonemould arrows at the both of them, deeming Evelyn to be an evil Witch and for Asgarne to be an abomination, possessed, no longer human. Whatever they saw him as, he had been dehumanised and now that his people could no longer use him, they wanted him dead.

Evelyn was clever, not just academically but her wit was incredibly quick and she had already come up with the perfect way to free them both from their bonds. They just needed to find a place, where they could hide...

"O-Over there!" She called, eventually seeing some sort of path, that lead to a grotto. Asgarne nodded to her as he turned around, drawing his wooden mask from his waist and strapping it on as it was incredibly sturdy, capable for deflecting arrows, so long as they were fired at point blank range straight at his face.

"Go, I'll hold them until you need me!" He insisted as he drew his sword and got ready to fight the oncoming horde.

Evelyn, seeing no other viable alternative, simply nodded and quickly kissed his shoulder as there was no space on his face, due to the mask and even if there was, she couldn't reach that high.

"We'll... Be free of this soon, my love." The Breton whispered, seemingly regretfully before departing in the cave, leaving the Tribal warrior to face his former friends and family members alone.

As she vanished into the cave, Asgarne's people came charging in, stopping as they noticed that there was only Asgarne left and the other seemed to have disappeared.

"Men, leave this place, for I once called you brothers and I not wish to see you slain!" Asgarne cried out, in a calm, diplomatic voice, sadly he wasn't very skilled at diplomacy.

The lead Nord looked around, seemingly enraged by his call for peace.

"Don't listen to it! It's mind has been warped by that Witch, he just wants us to lower our guard!" He called, rallying his men as most of them were a little more than hesitant to attack their greatest warrior.

"Attack him!"

Asgarne sighed, looking away as they began their charge, wishing that he could have just slipped away, when he had the chance...

The Tribals grew closer and closer but Asgarne didn't even look up at them, he just stood, seemingly waiting for one of them to make the killing blow. Something that his former comrades were more than happy to oblige...

Three Nords ran over to him, their names and their faces were once produced memories of companionship, family, community and love and now they were his enemies. Their names would be thrown onto the bonfires of Asgarne's conquest, lost to history.

The Nord, despite appearances, hadn't given up and swiftly swung his sword at them, cleaving right through their necks and decapitating all three of them with an almighty swing. He watched as they fell to the floor, the 'thump' of their heads as they bounced around before rolling around and coming to a stop.

The other Tribals ground to a halt, turning a shade of pale as they saw Asgarne, a ten foot monster, slay three of their companions in one swing, without any hint of hesitation or any sign of mercy. One of them completely lost his nerve and fled, whilst the other two charged in.

Asgarne quickly drove the hilt of his blade into the first one's stomach as he tried to strike down on him, with a heavy vertical strike. He watched as he fell to his knees before looking up and seeing that his comrade had charged in, swinging at him, with a horizontal swipe, that scratched against his armour and left a pretty deep cut below his left pectoral muscle.

The Nord stepped back, growling as he clutched the wound, giving his opponent the perfect opportunity to try and run him through. He charged forward, point of the sword going first as he rushed in but quickly found that his blade was countered, with Asgarne's. His previous attack hadn't debilitated him, like he thought that it had and had only managed to anger the hulk, prompting him to snatch the Tribal's neck and swing him through the air. Asgarne dangled him, several feet in the air and watched as he pitifully choked and struggled, suspended over ten feet in the air as his legs kicked furiously, struggling to find the ground.

Eventually, the Nord decided that this cruelty had gone on long enough and swiftly snapped the Tribal's neck, in the palm of his hand, seemingly unfazed by the sound of the young Nord's neck breaking in the palm of his hand and the sound it made, resembling that of cracked knuckles if the sound was amplified and the sound of a hurried squawk was added as the life was extinguished.

Asgarne continued to hold him up in the air, staring at the warrior's face as his body went limp and his eyes rolled over into his head, which was already lulled to he left. As he stared, her heard the echoed call of Evelyn, projecting out of the cave's mouth.

"It's time!" Her voice echoed, both inside the cave and inside Asgarne's head as he stared up at the horror that he had inflicted upon his own people. Was this... doubt?

The Nord just let the body of his enemy fall to the floor, landing with a thud, in a heap as it did so. He didn't want it fall and simply entered the cave as he could hear yelling in the distance, the orange flicker of torch light and the scuffled, pounding footsteps of his people.

More were coming...