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The camps were not particularly happy about the fact that they had chosen poorly in the last execution. They wanted to find scapegoats and accusations flew across camps. Some took to pushing and shoving. One man from Rogaland got a bit exited and knocked down a Hålogaland man with a high hook. The man from Hålogaland bled from the nose. When the others around saw it, they all circled the two hooting for more blood. The man from Hålogaland looked over to where the Hovgod stood and saw that he was nodding. Blood for blood.
The Rogaland man saw it too and drew a battle axe from his belt and attacked at once. Coming at full speed, the man from Hålogaland was not able to even draw his own fine specimen of steel. The Rogaland man shouldered the man from Hålogoaland who went down in a heap. The axe followed suit and grazed the shoulder of the man from Hålogaland who tried to squirm out of this dangerous position. He kicked the legs under from the Rogaland man and got up blade ready. The Rogaland man got to his own feet, but he was a bit too late as the man from Hålogaland was ready with a tri-combination that left wounds and finally a pierced heart. The man from Rogaland slumped dead to the ground.
Evening was again upon the camps and people started to settle in, but not this particular man. He ate with his companions and when they were all slumbering he arose and went searching for a particular camp. When he finally found it, he settled down beside a large fir tree watching the sleeping men. He suddenly heard a dark and sinister laughter behind him. That was strange he should have normally heard them approaching from miles away. He turned to find two yellow eyes hanging in the darkness. He heard something to his left but before he could react a trident came flying through the air, catching his frail body and sending it impaled on the trident clear across the camp and pinned him to a large boulder. His body was broken from the rather rough treatment and he could barely move. He could hear them clearly now, walking towards him, deep ragged breaths, the stink of the underworld all around them.
He could do nothing but steeled himself all the same. A dark but gentle voice talked first. It was as if heard a small storm communicating with him. You were quite foolish to brandish your powers so in that fight. Did you think we wouldn’t notice? A darker brutal voice echoed; Yeah... quite amateurish of you.. ha ha. The bigger shadow moved closer and the stench of Jotun was gushing out of his breath. Tell Odin, Loki says Hi and deliver him this message: This time, Midgard is mine.
The big shadow stretched forth a huge hand and enveloped his upper torso. Now, die!! The big shadow squeezed and he could feel the shoulders giving in, being crushed into his body. Then his ribcage gave in and he could feel the inner organs being pierced by bone fragments. The broken ribs started poking holes in his body and organs and blood was squeezed out of them. This body was dying. The huge shadow moved his index finger up around his neck and with a flick snapped his neck. He was suddenly somewhere else looking over the Bitterfrost Bridge. That was just too bad; maybe he shouldn’t have intensified his search for the Jotun by challenging the weak humans.
Hundfjord Mørekonge was tired but he just had to empty his bladder before turning in. The forest around him was relatively quiet, only the sound of the night birds and a hooting owl could be heard. But there was another noise too. Someone was moving purposeful but hasty towards him. He eased his muscles, readying himself for the attacker who suddenly burst out of some bushes. Hundfjord was surprised; You? Wha... He wasn’t able to finish before he had to duck under what seemed like a well known Frankish blade. The hilt of ivory and gold spoke of a gift from the Emperor of Byzantine. The rest of the man was however not right. His eyes were wild and there was some foaming around his mouth. And he didn’t were a shirt on his naked upper body. Hunfjord had not taken off his own Frankish blade and it was soon out of its sheath, ready. He tried to block the next swing, but the strength behind it was amazing. It just knocked his own blade aside and slammed it broadside into his shoulder.
This was not good. Hundfjord tried to counter but the speed of this man was to great and the strength nearly inhuman. He couldn’t block the overhand slash that took his head clean off his shoulders.
Morning broke and the dead King of Nordmøre was found beheaded in the forest. This was not good. The Nordmøre camp was in tatters and they wanted to Holmgang everybody. The Hovgod had to use all his persuasive powers to calm them down. When he felt that they were calm enough, he admonished the rest of the camp to really but their small grey to good use and find these bastards responsible for these murders.
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Nobody should be dueling but suspects.
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