Stone Circle ᛋᚢᚾᛁᚾᛁᛏᛁᚾ

rolled 7 for attack on sven.
draugr: 27/30
sven: 23/30

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ᚦ —the hit to his shoulder is nothing more than the bite of a fly. the buzzing of a gnat in his torn, jagged ears. a low grating chuckle and the crack of yellowed teeth at young sven's bravado.
asvardr's arrival is met with the draw of eyes down to crimson stare, and then arrogance flagging. where the boys stood little chance against him alone, they now had sealed their sorry fate. northman squares stance and wheels quickly.
spine rippling with tension wrought and power plunging through flank as he tears for the dark-colored yearling. teeth flashing and aiming for his face; to thresh, to take teeth to snout, eye—whatever he could grab. doing so with renewed vigor and relishing in the taste of blood when it wets his tongue.
he will shake violently.