The battle had gone on for an hour, but Rhys and Roman were still at it. Fury may have been the only thing driving them past their exhaustion. Mal's offering of mail had done a lot to protect Rhys, but an icicle was still wedged into the Ahura's shoulder. Fury let him ignore that, too, and the trail of blood he left behind with his motions.
Kharveryos was equally relentless. No matter how many times he fell, he reformed back on all four feet. Undeath would outlast a berserker's battle lust.
Zale had been removed from the fight after taking a blow to the left leg from Kharveryos' tail. It didn't support his weight anymore, and he had been forced to flee to a fort he had built out of tables. The food was too frozen to eat, but that wasn't as much of a disappointment as his inevitable death. He picked up one of the small, cinammon honey balls. He forgot what they were called already. Maybe he could use them as projectiles. (Noelle may or may not have been resorting to kebabs as arrows.)
Ezra would find his hiding place in the kitchen gave him a clear view of the battle through the windows. The door had been frozen half open rather than closed, by anyone wanting in or out would have to be willing to run under Kharyveros to do it. At the very least, he was protected from stray frost breath, but not the cold itself.
[9pm]
The battle had gone on for an hour, but Rhys and Roman were still at it. Fury may have been the only thing driving them past their exhaustion. Mal's offering of mail had done a lot to protect Rhys, but an icicle was still wedged into the Ahura's shoulder. Fury let him ignore that, too, and the trail of blood he left behind with his motions.
Kharveryos was equally relentless. No matter how many times he fell, he reformed back on all four feet. Undeath would outlast a berserker's battle lust.
Zale had been removed from the fight after taking a blow to the left leg from Kharveryos' tail. It didn't support his weight anymore, and he had been forced to flee to a fort he had built out of tables. The food was too frozen to eat, but that wasn't as much of a disappointment as his inevitable death. He picked up one of the small, cinammon honey balls. He forgot what they were called already. Maybe he could use them as projectiles.
(Noelle may or may not have been resorting to kebabs as arrows.)Ezra would find his hiding place in the kitchen gave him a clear view of the battle through the windows. The door had been frozen half open rather than closed, by anyone wanting in or out would have to be willing to run under Kharyveros to do it. At the very least, he was protected from stray frost breath, but not the cold itself.