The snow fell quickly, coating everything in a thick white layer. The branches of the pine-trees coating Nordskag hug low, almost succumbing to the weight of the snow. The forest seemed calm, quiet. A white-fox pranced about in the snow slowly, searching for prey. The little Candis had eyed a rabbit, it's back arching as it got ready to pounce. Suddenly, the fox's ears perked up, it glanced about and bolted away into the treeline. The rabbit gazed towards where the sound had come from, before being startled by a noise. A scream, a roar.
The Northenre warrior burst out through the treeline, bearing twin axes, and clad in a light chainmail. He was followed closely by a companion, bearing a shortsword. They seemed to be running towards something, towards another human, clad in plate-armour. The Armour-clad man turned towards them, readying his longsword.
The axe-wielding Northenre lunged forth, aiming a downwards slash. The Armour-clad man retaliated though, slamming his shoulder into the flying Northenre's center, sending the warrior flying back. The armour-clad man swiped his blade out in a sideways slash, slicing it along the second Northenre's gut. The man dropped to his knees, and the Armour-clad knight swiped his blade sideways, beheading the downed Northenre.
The Berzerker rose to his feet, growling lowly. The armour clad man removed his helmet, glaring the man down. The Armour-clad warrior had flowing black hair, a morning stubble and intensely blue eyes. They both began walking in slow circles, keeping their guard up.The Northenre roared, breaking out into a sprint, the Armour clad warrior did as well, rushing forth. He swiped his blade downwards, and the Northenre aimed a side-swipe.
The snow was red, with blood. The bodies of two men lay dead in the snow, the third sat kneeling between them, clutching a wound at his side. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing. His gaze shifted between the corpses, muttering a swift prayer for them, and their kin.
"Kommandant Belanor!"
"Belanor!"
The black haired warrior, Belanor sighed. Slumping forth, he'd sigh. He had finished the job, now he could rest. Belanor's eyes closed, and remained closed for hours. They didn't open for hours. Way after he had been brought back to camp, and his wound had been treated and bound. This had been a job well done.
