Snippet #2702629

Vanarak finally felt that familiar calm fall upon him, His breathing was still rugged and the pain was still fresh through his body. His senses was slowly regaining, A quick look around told him that he was back by the entrance of Frostheim. He had taken a short break from his battles in this nordic city, the cold only did good for him. He had quickly picked up on the Ice Troll which had been terrorizing Frostheims trade routes. He had taken it upon himself to do it quick and easy and execute the troll, An opponent his own size would be fun. But the memories was still very fresh, The troll had taken control of the nearby Goblin tribes, probably just ate the chieftains. Vanarak was impressed by the intellect of this troll. It had faced him directly on, But to his suprise Vanarak had found himself completely flanked by the goblins. It proved quite quickly to be incredibly difficult to a slug it out with a troll while at the same time being pelted by goblin arrows from behind. The comical amount of arrows still stuck in Vanarak's back witnessed of that, It was also clear that Vanarak had received a mean whack directly to his chin. In all honestly Vanarak looked quite roughed up.

Vanarak took on quick step to the side, Setting himself down by the wall surrounding Frostheim. He was no longer bleeding but the arrows were still too painful for he himself to remove. Steam was regurly escaping his snout trailing of into small clouds. Vanarak's gaze was directly pointing at his lap, at his large axe which was currently peacefully laying in it. In all honestly he made quite the intimidating figure sitting by Frostheims gate.