Love and Vengeance
1. Battle Another warrior met his end by means of my axe, reddened as it was, again, with a fresh new glisten. I surveyed the battling masses, a good foot taller than almost all other men I took advantage of a moment to plan my next engagement. There was a way through the melee to the other side of their ranks and axe swinging I carved a morbid path through. My blood was boiling, charged with the intensity of the battle, but cold it ran as I spied the means of my death. Mostly...