An Orderly Exit

Balar took Lunas outstretched hand and allowed himself to be helped to his feet. Before letting go he drew the moon dagger and saw the elf girls eyes widen. Quickly then he pressed the daggers hilt into her palm and closed her fingers around it. Blood still trickled down his face from the Ravens attack but her ignored it as he met Lunas gaze.

"You keep this and remember the price of power." he grated and then turned to survey the situation. He was in no fit state to lead but neither was he in the mood to die. The sound of the wolves was growing close now and the ice giants were pouring forth weapons in hand. They paid no heed to the small folk as that charged past intent on battle with the interlopers. Balar considered following for the briefest of moments and then his eyes fell upon the body of Tiella and he moved without thinking to her side.

He saw that Garn was being kitted out to carry the injured Dyvia and whole Cali and Kespin spoke in hushed tones Olin was working on what looked like a ritual of travel, a portal. Balar bent to lift his wife and walked calmly to Olins side just as the sounds of battle began to filter through the trees.

He stepped aside as Erik roared and charged towards the elven stranger and watched impassively as the freed prisoner tripped the Jotun earning his ire.

A great boulder came sailing out of the tree line barley missing the rising Jotun. It rolled across the frozen earth and came to rest with a thump against the wooden wall of the giant settlement. It took a moment for Balar to realise that its was the head of Vutra the leader of the Ice Giants. His eyes rolled back and tongue lolling.

"Olin, what ever you are doing, do it faster." he murmured as the first of Fenrirs wolf pack came crashing through the trees with a severed Giant hand clutched between its teeth.