Duskfire Glacier mission

the soldier had been called upon. they all had—and he arrived with haste. lumbering forward, gaze cast toward his baskaan. the man was tense with worry, with ire. iosef listened as their teeth were requested; their might. his might.

he would push himself forward, expression grim. war was what he was bred for. what he had been crafted into the perfect soldier for. and oh, how he'd missed the thrill of battle. the wardrums in his ears, the blood that would be spilled. 

the lives that would be taken for darukaal. his bulk and muscle would be his baskaan's to command. he would kill, come dawn. he would prosper. he would become the winter soldier again. 

"i will fight with you, brother. we will kill them all." the soldier inside of him stirs, crazed, hungry. "for darukaal!" his voice bellowed.