Cal stood in awe for a couple more seconds, staring at Northern as he shot between the White Walkers, swinging his sword with swiftness and precision. His focus was so acute and deep that Cal's eyes sparkled, and he couldn't help but wonder how it would feel fighting such a person.
He smirked.
"I literally forgot myself..." he scratched his hair for a bit and smiled with his eyes.
Then he clenched his fist and began to casually walk forward, clenching even harder, so hard that his veins were almost popping out.
A leisurely White Walker lunged towards him but was met by a bone-breaking backhanded punch, one that sent him rolling in the air and crunching into the ground.
Without even looking to confirm the death of his foe, Cal continued forward. Another one got in front of him, but before that one could land a blow with his whitish sword, Cal was already behind the White Walker.
