Stonegit raised his head heavily from the cold snow, his face pale and limbs shaking. Coughing, he rolled over and groaned, feeling miserable, his head ached, his eye stun from the blood seeping into it. He flopped onto his back, and then froze, seeing Haddock laying only a few feet away from him. “No!” he croaked, hastily getting to his feet and stumbling over. He slid on his knees beside him, seeing the blood stain at his lower back. “Oh…” he breathed, his vision blurring. “Oh, oh no! No Haddock no!” he cried, gingerly touching his fingertips to the back of his shirt, hardly daring to touch him. He bent down, placing his head by Haddock’s and then resting it on the back of his shoulder blades, holding his breath. He raised his chin, his eyes flaring. “He…saved me…and now my King is…he’s….”
Stonegit stripped off his coat and reached over, grabbing up a round wooden shield. Moving with extreme gentleness, Stonegit moved his King so he was off of the freezing snow, and laid him on the shield. He lifted up his shirt slightly, doing what he could to staunch the bleeding. He then draped his coat over Haddock to keep him warm, and grabbed up his ax. Eyes narrowing, Stonegit’s breath froze in front of his clenched teeth. He took Haddock’s sword and stuck it in the ground by the King’s head, grabbing up a helmet to place on it. He stopped cold when he saw the design of the helm…it was Orskaf’s.
Stonegit’s jaw shook and he began to see red, his head throbbing. He cast the helmet aside and faced the battle. There was nothing more he could do for his King. The best he could do now, was kill as many people as he possible could, and punish Orskaf for what he seemingly did to Haddock.
Stonegit went on a rampage.
He ran into the battle like a madman, fighting and killing off as many Valhallan soldiers as he could. His attacks were far more vicious and powerful then either Haddock’s or Orskaf’s, and the punishing blows he used to strike against the enemy often broke their bones far before the sharp edge broke their skin.
A young Odin soldier lunged a spear at him and Stonegit caught the shaft of it, jerking it to the side. Regaining her feet, the soldier shifted her position, and then she jabbed down at his knee. Stonegit smacked the weapon down with his and rammed into her, his hand closing around her throat. He turned, swinging his ax in wide sweeping slashes, killing off two other soldiers that tried to run to the aid of their companion. The ax sunk into the ground, and Stonegit’s shoulders relaxed, he starred down at the now lifeless eyes of the warrior he held by the neck, and then he sighed, releasing his hold crisply, and letting her drop to the ground.
His hand closed around the handle of the ax again, and he let adrenaline fill his veins again. Then, with a roar, he went to face his next opponent.