Dim in his element

Dim didn't understand exactly what was going on with the dark-clothed lady. He didn't much care for it. You couldn't put an axe in magic, and you could rarely burn it. It wasn't fit for eating, just left a tingling feeling on the tongue in his experience. So when the black tendrils started writhing around the witch, his first instinct was to take a step back and yell: "HEY! Stop stupid magic!"

But his face lit up when he noticed the draugr were beginning to attack. "Never mind!" he called to the witch. "Dim like good fight!" Fire blazed in his eyes as he pulled the two hand-axes from his belt and charged at the nearest draugr. The shambling undead sailor swiped at his face. Ferociously, Dim bit down on the hand, whipped his head to the side to pull at the rotting arm and brought the axe down with such force, the bone splintered and the arm detached completely. Dim spat and the limb flopped down onto the deck. He let out a howling warcry, swung both his axes cross-wise and the draugr exploded in a cloud of rotting intestines.

Dim looked around, looking crazed and feral. "WHO NEXT?!"