Liam felt his strength waning, the icy grip around his throat tightening like a vice. His breath came in ragged gasps as the cold seeped deeper into his body freezing him from the inside out. Panic surged through him as he realized he was on the brink of death. With great effort, he turned his head slightly to catch a glimpse of his assailant.
Beneath the shadowy hood he saw a face with bluish skin. This is the same figure he had briefly seen when Freya had given chase earlier. He had thought the mysterious figure was fleeing but now here he was, attacking him. Truly such a cunning enemy!
The figure's voice was hoarse as he spoke, "Who are you really? I've never seen you amongst the Aesir." The figure's vicious smile twisted even further as he added, "But… that doesn't really matter. Because you will die now."
