Keeper Of A Warlord’s Heart
Randal stated firmly, "Be reasonable!"
Alarick stopped for a second, and thought about it. "Yes, " he acquiesces, "I understand, vardekka."
And promptly slid his sword forward, blade slicing like butter though the kneecap of the frost giant, bringing him to his knees.
"Fair enough," said Randal, nodding. He balanced the tip of his sword into the cave's icy ground, and joined his hands at the handle.
The giant's scream filled the cavern, and his blood travelled on the ground. He kneeled there, panting.
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