01-11-2023, 12:04 AM
Grym found herself blinking and dumbfounded near to silence. “He cut off his own arm?” she made a grimace that said she wouldn’t be able to do the same. She’d heard of it before. Stories of people trapped at the ankle or wrist, forced to severe the limb to free themselves or face certain death. There were other stories of people caught in machinery or snatched by the jaws of a monster, with either sure to swallow them whole, and they had but once choice to escape. Even for an Atharim, it was the stuff of nightmares. Her axes were sharp and swift, but even Grym couldn’t fathom the situation. She may just be ready to go ahead and die, but fear did some crazy things to a deranged mind.
“I didn’t see a lot of killing, but it seemed that way. We were only interested in him until we saw a whole load of the gods there,” she added as an after thought. “I just grabbed this one as it ran by my foot. I don’t know why.. seemed like a good idea at the time and figured I could always kill it later.”
“I didn’t see a lot of killing, but it seemed that way. We were only interested in him until we saw a whole load of the gods there,” she added as an after thought. “I just grabbed this one as it ran by my foot. I don’t know why.. seemed like a good idea at the time and figured I could always kill it later.”
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