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The croak of a raven passed unheard by the crowd under its wings. It circled high up, where neither arrow, spears or axes couldn't reach, and the winds carried it over the battlefield.
Battle roars, screams and wails become an eternally long monotonous howl mixed with the clang of steel against steel. Swords, axes, spears and arrows hits bloodied shields, bodies or misses. The alarm of the battle is deafening among the fighting northmen; men and women, side by side, in an overwhelming dance of war, for life and death. It can be heard far and wide over the battlefield and the surrounding woods and fields. The shield walls have long since been broken up and warriors mixed into a single throng of bodies that slash, swing, punch or chop at one another, like one outraged beast that seeks death yet fights for its survival.
The raven croaked again and was now answered by another raven. They met in what could perhaps be the middle of the battle, where they glided around, around in ever smaller circles while their obsidian black eyes gazed down at the hundreds of warriors. Something caught the first raven's eyes and it turned its gaze left, watching as a huge warrior charged towards a shield maid. He was twice her size and seemed sure of his victory even before any blows were dealt. The raven croaked.
Bjarnylr groaned behind gritted teeth as she raised her shield to protect herself from the enemy warrior's sword which came hammering down on her. She felt every swing and strike push her backwards in the trampled earth, which had become a single sea of mud, blood and dismembered bodies. Her arm goes numb by the sheer power from the warriors' blows. She could not hide behind her shield for much longer, or it would break. She needed to change her tactics. Quick.
When the next slash came sailing down, she angled the shield so the sword slid down off it, and in the same motion she knocked the shield away. Hitting the warriors sword arm so his chest was exposed for her. Her right arm came crashing down on his leather armor, the battle-axe in her hand dug deep into the warriors side. However this did not seem to concern him in the least. He was possessed. Not by a devil nor spirit, but by Odin's holy war rage. He is filled with the rush of the battle, fearless and completely absorbed in it; going berserk on everything and all. With a furious howl he was over her, his left hand at her throat and Bjarnylr gasping for breath as the warrior's strength and weight pushed her backwards, down to the ground. In a heartbeat he was on top of her, both hands around her neck, thick fingers squeezing hard. For the purpose of strangling her since he'd dropped his sword when she struck the shield at him.
The shield maid hit his thick tattooed arms with her hands, trying desperately to free herself from his iron grip. The ink on his arm resembled snakes, and while her body received less and less oxygen they seemed to move, their jaws hissing and snapping at her. Outraged she stared up at him, kicking, hitting and doing whatever she thought could get him off her. The man just smiled sinisterly and pressed harder down on her with his crushing arms as other warriors fought around them. Her rage slowly turned to hopelessness. Never fear or anguish. The god of war, warriors and death, Odin seemed to have abandoned her... If this was the wish of the gods, then she'd gladly join them in Valhalla; she would at least get there if this brute of a man won over her, but a part of her did not wish to let the valkyries take her so soon. Not now. Not today.
Her vision started to blur and her eyes slowly slid back, upwards. She looked up into the sky, where two black ravens circled the battlefield. The cries and sherikes of the battle seemed to disappear, and suddenly all she heard was her own pounding heartbeats ringing in her ears. A raven croaked up above.
Her hand scrambles over the blood covered dirt around her, searching for a weapon, anything that could aid her. Something or someone seemed to guide her hand because suddenly she gripped the axe that was still buried in the warrior's leather armor and body. Her fingers found the hard wooden shaft and she seized her last shred of hope, yanked it out from the man's body without feeling the warm blood that came seeping out and slowly covered her hand and body. With her last strength she smashed the head of the axe into the side of warriors head. Her action caught the warrior off guard. The grip on her neck loosened enough for her to draw a breath. With her other hand, she grabbed the man's beard and took another shot, driving her newfound weapon once more into her enemy's head. The hands of her enemy let go of her to shield himself from her attacks, but to no avail. Bjarnylr felt a rush of hope and survival instinct washes over her. She kicked and trashed at the warrior who finally let her go, with a bawling in fury but mostly pain. Knowing he'd been defeated by a smaller warrior, favored either by the war goddesses or the allfather himself, rather than him.
The shield maid stumbled to her feet, once more with her battle-axe in her hand and wheezing for breath. She did not hesitate but immediately let the weapon sail through the air and bury itself in the neck of the warrior who had just tried to squeeze the life out of her, but now he himself had to give up his breath as he sat on his knees with his hand over the bleeding cut in his head.
The ravens above her croaked. Bjarnylr roared, feeling the holy rage of Odin, the war god pass from the dead warrior over to her. With new strength and once more infected by the battle rush, she leaped forward, picked up another axe from a dead northman. Equipped with two weapons, one in each hand, she charged at the next enemy warrior who stood in her way. She let her weapons fly high and low, cutting, slicing and striking the living flesh of whomever came in her path.
The second raven croaked and slowly moved away, following another warrior while the first raven remained gazing at the shield maid. Sailing on the winds above and watching as she defeated one warrior after another. This female warrior would not accept death and the guidance of the valkyries to Odins hall's, nor join his einherjar today. The allfather would have to wait or accept she was not meant for his hall's, perhaps Freya would have her one day, but not for now as the battle raged on.
The raven croaked.
]The croak of a raven passed unheard by the crowd under its wings. It circled high up, where neither arrow, spears or axes couldn't reach, and the winds carried it over the battlefield.
Battle roars, screams and wails become an eternally long monotonous howl mixed with the clang of steel against steel. Swords, axes, spears and arrows hits bloodied shields, bodies or misses. The alarm of the battle is deafening among the fighting northmen; men and women, side by side, in an overwhelming dance of war, for life and death. It can be heard far and wide over the battlefield and the surrounding woods and fields. The shield walls have long since been broken up and warriors mixed into a single throng of bodies that slash, swing, punch or chop at one another, like one outraged beast that seeks death yet fights for its survival.
The raven croaked again and was now answered by another raven. They met in what could perhaps be the middle of the battle, where they glided around, around in ever smaller circles while their obsidian black eyes gazed down at the hundreds of warriors. Something caught the first raven's eyes and it turned its gaze left, watching as a huge warrior charged towards a shield maid. He was twice her size and seemed sure of his victory even before any blows were dealt. The raven croaked.
Bjarnylr groaned behind gritted teeth as she raised her shield to protect herself from the enemy warrior's sword which came hammering down on her. She felt every swing and strike push her backwards in the trampled earth, which had become a single sea of mud, blood and dismembered bodies. Her arm goes numb by the sheer power from the warriors' blows. She could not hide behind her shield for much longer, or it would break. She needed to change her tactics. Quick.
When the next slash came sailing down, she angled the shield so the sword slid down off it, and in the same motion she knocked the shield away. Hitting the warriors sword arm so his chest was exposed for her. Her right arm came crashing down on his leather armor, the battle-axe in her hand dug deep into the warriors side. However this did not seem to concern him in the least. He was possessed. Not by a devil nor spirit, but by Odin's holy war rage. He is filled with the rush of the battle, fearless and completely absorbed in it; going berserk on everything and all. With a furious howl he was over her, his left hand at her throat and Bjarnylr gasping for breath as the warrior's strength and weight pushed her backwards, down to the ground. In a heartbeat he was on top of her, both hands around her neck, thick fingers squeezing hard. For the purpose of strangling her since he'd dropped his sword when she struck the shield at him.
The shield maid hit his thick tattooed arms with her hands, trying desperately to free herself from his iron grip. The ink on his arm resembled snakes, and while her body received less and less oxygen they seemed to move, their jaws hissing and snapping at her. Outraged she stared up at him, kicking, hitting and doing whatever she thought could get him off her. The man just smiled sinisterly and pressed harder down on her with his crushing arms as other warriors fought around them. Her rage slowly turned to hopelessness. Never fear or anguish. The god of war, warriors and death, Odin seemed to have abandoned her... If this was the wish of the gods, then she'd gladly join them in Valhalla; she would at least get there if this brute of a man won over her, but a part of her did not wish to let the valkyries take her so soon. Not now. Not today.
Her vision started to blur and her eyes slowly slid back, upwards. She looked up into the sky, where two black ravens circled the battlefield. The cries and sherikes of the battle seemed to disappear, and suddenly all she heard was her own pounding heartbeats ringing in her ears. A raven croaked up above.
Her hand scrambles over the blood covered dirt around her, searching for a weapon, anything that could aid her. Something or someone seemed to guide her hand because suddenly she gripped the axe that was still buried in the warrior's leather armor and body. Her fingers found the hard wooden shaft and she seized her last shred of hope, yanked it out from the man's body without feeling the warm blood that came seeping out and slowly covered her hand and body. With her last strength she smashed the head of the axe into the side of warriors head. Her action caught the warrior off guard. The grip on her neck loosened enough for her to draw a breath. With her other hand, she grabbed the man's beard and took another shot, driving her newfound weapon once more into her enemy's head. The hands of her enemy let go of her to shield himself from her attacks, but to no avail. Bjarnylr felt a rush of hope and survival instinct washes over her. She kicked and trashed at the warrior who finally let her go, with a bawling in fury but mostly pain. Knowing he'd been defeated by a smaller warrior, favored either by the war goddesses or the allfather himself, rather than him.
The shield maid stumbled to her feet, once more with her battle-axe in her hand and wheezing for breath. She did not hesitate but immediately let the weapon sail through the air and bury itself in the neck of the warrior who had just tried to squeeze the life out of her, but now he himself had to give up his breath as he sat on his knees with his hand over the bleeding cut in his head.
The ravens above her croaked. Bjarnylr roared, feeling the holy rage of Odin, the war god pass from the dead warrior over to her. With new strength and once more infected by the battle rush, she leaped forward, picked up another axe from a dead northman. Equipped with two weapons, one in each hand, she charged at the next enemy warrior who stood in her way. She let her weapons fly high and low, cutting, slicing and striking the living flesh of whomever came in her path.
The second raven croaked and slowly moved away, following another warrior while the first raven remained gazing at the shield maid. Sailing on the winds above and watching as she defeated one warrior after another. This female warrior would not accept death and the guidance of the valkyries to Odins hall's, nor join his einherjar today. The allfather would have to wait or accept she was not meant for his hall's, perhaps Freya would have her one day, but not for now as the battle raged on.
The raven croaked.
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