Thorsten was beaten. His sword chipped and cut, the golden trim on the hilt was worn out and the pommel on the handle has gone missing. He only remembered fire and blood, he couldn't remember anything else. His head was ringing and there was a deep cut into his side.
His eyes were deeply set into his skull and his long, unkempt, jet-black hair hanged down to his brow. Because he was a respected and noble Viking, his long black beard had golden rings in it that would cost many silver pieces each. He had a strong and sturdy physique, although badly beaten he still stood back straight and strong. His eyes caught something large move in the trees. And he stumbbled over the corpses that lay beneath him... Lifeless.
"Who's there!?" he bellowed. Thorsten wasn't scared but he was desperate he knew that he wasn't ready to face another fight, not now at least.
"Ha!, look at this puny one!", the voice was deep and strong. Clearly spoken from a large male. He sighed, "you're all that's left?" The commander, not moving his head looked around. "it appears so."He muttered, "You will be picked apart limb by limb and then devoured!" the voice stepped out of the shadows of the trees. 'THUD!' The foot was large and scared each toe had a large, yellow shell covering it.
'THUD!' Another foot was placed into the light, this time however, there was a large, hefty white skin-covered leg that had strange scars on it in the shape of runes.
'THUD!' The left foot moved again revealing the entirety of the body and head in the blazing light of the sun. "Thorsten?"