Bjorn heaved a deep breath as he fell to his knees. Blood pooled around him from the hole in his gut. 'At least I killed the beast!' Skourj lay dead beside him with Bjorn's spear pierced through its eyeball and deep into its brain. 'It's a shame I won't get to enjoy the glory, but I'm glad I could be of service to Lord Exile...'
Bjorn collapsed onto his side as he began to feel cold. His eyelids fluttered as a smile crept across his face. 'Still, I'm sure I'll be remembered for this... I hope they remember to take the body back. The beast's fur would make an excellent armoured coat...'
The light patter of paws sounded on the floor behind his head. Causing Bjorn's eyes to go wide! 'Don't tell me there's more than one!' If that were the case, then his victory would seem hollow as the surviving one could still deal a lot of damage and pose a significant threat!
