Humans were dying left and right. Vikings were also dying, but that didn't matter much to Hafgrim. As long as humans kept dying, especially the Aura Farmers, things were seen as going smoothly.
Hafgrim himself had killed a lot of them in the battle, except for that sneaky young boy with wooden limbs. He was just too elusive to be caught, hiding somewhere in the tall trees and frequently sending green blasts at Hafgrim and his soldiers.
Hafgrim was fed up with the game of hide-and-seek, so he continued battling the other Aura Farmers while hoping to kill the young man eventually.
Hafgrim's long spear, a terrifying length of blackened iron that looked more like a portable mast than a weapon, swept through the air with a low, predatory whistle. He used the sheer leverage of the shaft to crush ribs and snap necks before the spearhead even reached his targets.
