FATIGUE surpassed RAGNAR. He felt himself slowing down. The power came from him. The speed has decreased. He blocked a shot from the Grimskull Warrior and retired on the second swing. The tip of the ax slipped from his tunic, leaving a bloody gash on his chest. He took his hand off the hatchet and used another weapon to cut a large chunk off the attacker's hatchet. Behind him were several Grim Skulls. Whoever kills the other two seems to step forward to take their place forever. It doesn't matter to Ragnar. He was just going to kill him, paying the price for killing his father and stealing the life he had been with Ana. He knew that if he set foot in a cold hell, he would meet many people he had killed and that knowledge would make him happy. He regretted that he could not kill them and that he could not subdue the bloody rage that gripped the crowd. The attack felled the next two attackers and Ragnar realized he was powerless. He burned his power like a fire-eating tree in this battl
