[Bonus Chapter for the Magic Castle by "Maurve" ~ refer to the Author's Reward system.]
Gunnar moved like a thunderclap.
The yellow-black lightning trailing from his body scorched the blue roots of the floor, leaving a blackened trail of carbon and ozone in his wake.
The first warrior, the one who had previously grazed his ribs with her spear, barely had time to raise her runic buckler.
Gunnar's axe, The Storm-Biter, descended in a blur of chaotic energy.
CRACK-BOOM!
The axe cut the shiled and detonated against it.
The metal shattered into a thousand jagged shards that acted like shrapnel, shredding the warrior's fur armor.
The blade continued its path, cleaving through her collarbone and deep into her lungs.
As she fell, her eyes wide with the shock of sudden mortality, Gunnar leaned in close, his voice a low, vibrating rumble beneath the roar of the storm.
"Go to the halls of your fathers, daughter of the Spear."
He whispered in Old Norse.
