Defeated Demands

Jorrik and Falon were both bleeding from a dozen different wounds. They stumbled from blow to blow now, sweat pouring from their brows. The lightning had separated them for a time and they had stood in awe as the giant appeared to tear himself away from the precepise of death.

He had tore into the bandit leader with unbridled rage swiping her away like a nuisance fly. They had watched her body cartwheel through the air before coming to crash into the snow Laden ground.

Their battle had then continued, dodging between the lumbering undead and battling warriors. A thrust here a parry there. Black sword trailing tendrils of shadow and Falons sword of light glowing brighter with each attack. Jorrik could hardly look at the thing.

A putrid bolt of neurotic power struck a nearby bandit and the woman stumbled into Falon, the flesh sloughing away from her bones. Jorrik saw his chance and lunged, pushing his blade easily throuh the already open rib cage of the dying woman and into the heart of the Legion Captain.

Falon look surprised as he stumbled back, his sword tumbling to the ground. He tried to speak but the light of his eyes was already fading. Unlike the Jotun there would be no resurgence from the doors of Hel. He slumped to ground.

The remaining Legionaires seeing their leader defeated called a retrete and began to disengage from combat. Soon they were running back towards the mountains leaving only two of the Sisters of Old standing before the raging Jotun. Each of them held a dwarf captive. The guide's they had brought with them from the mines.

"Put down your weapons or we kill the lumps." One of the bandits called out.

Jorrik crouched to pick up the sword of the Legion Captain, placing his dark blade within its shieth. He turned as Balar called out to the bandits,

"Let them go and we let you live."

"Kill the britches." The female dwarf called out, Ifran their one time guide remained silent as he watched to see what would happen next.

Erik loomed over them breathing heavily, eldritch power still leaking from his wound and his eyes wide with fury.