Wulfris

Erik followed Orom through the crystals, silence filling the distance between them. Questions filled the youngers mind, he wanted to know this Jotun's history, his story.
He shook that thought from his head, he knew what was to come.
Orom gestured through a natural arch, pointing to the far end of large circle.
Facing each other at opposite ends of the arena, Orom broke the silence.
"You have accepted my challenge to Wulfris and are bound by ancient tradition. No weapons, no magic, only the strength within you and the skin on your back."
Erik slid his bow and arrows off of his back and dropped them. The two stalked towards each other until only feet apart.
The elder straightened his back and lunged forward, a fist striking Erik's gut, the other barely missing as its target ducked to take out Orom at the knees. Slamming on his back, Orom swung madly as Erik attempted to grapple Orom to the ground. Several blows landed on Erik's face, he was sure something was broken.
A push from Orom sent Erik crashing into the crystal walls. Before he could recover, Erik was set upon by massive blows, ribs breaking and blood coming to his mouth.
Pushing off of the wall, Erik pushed Orom away and used the momentum to land a strike on his head, the elder roaring in agony as he held his head. A knee followed to crash into his nose.
Another roar of rage ripped through the cave as Orom threw another fist, this time missing Erik and making a dent in the crystal.
"You fight well young one. Why must you fight for a life you wish to end."
Erik dodged another attack, focusing now on his youthful agility against Orom's strength.
"I have my own idea for my death, it will be after I kill the False God!"
This gave the elder pause, though he never left his guard down.
"A valiant claim, but if you cannot defeat me, then you are hopeless."
The taunt got through, anger flooding into Erik's vision.
"If you will not control your blood lust, then you deserve the death I will grant you."
Erik broke his stance, the heat of the battle filling his body with the ancient fire.
"You will silence your tongue old one! You will be bleeding at my feet!"
Orom smiled as he watched Erik begin to lose control, letting the child unleash fury in wild punches.
Erik continued to lose himself, no thought of his defense as his anger fueled him.
Swinging wide, the opening came for Orom to strike. Moving under the strike, he gripped Eriks face and smashed him into the ground.
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Dyvia looked to Luna as she watched the giants disappear.
"Anyone else have a bad feeling about this?"
Isran only grumbled at the group, silent curses barely audible.
"Luna, how does this spirit work? When will we know if we have to move?"
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Erik felt his mind slipping, darkness surrounding him as a heavy pulse could be felt in the void.
Will I die here? So much for my promise.
A bright light appeared in his vision, dancing about.
Where is the Jotun that would have fought for life?
Sophie?
Another orb came into view.
That's right Erik, die like the worthless pack-beast you are.
The voice brought dark memories forth.
A silver light replaced both, blinding Erik.
For the beast that struck me down to accept death like a weak worm. I will never rest from such shame!
A shrill cry rang through the void, the light expanding to fill the darkness. Erik felt his fire invigorated by the insult, he had killed Valkyries!
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Orom stood over Erik's body, arms raised to crush the youngers skull. As he spoke a final prayer for the poor child, he suddenly fought for breath. Opening his eyes in confusion, his eyes widened with terror at the sight before him.
Erik's eyes glowed silver, wisps of ethereal energy flowing out of them. Dark lines spread across his skin, his veins filled with unnatural energy. Lifted by his throat, the shaman choked a question.
"What are you?"
A voice that was not Erik's alone came from his mouth.
"Your demise."
With this, a quick jerk snapped the elders neck.
Darkness once more claimed Erik's vision, the Jotun falling to the ground.