“Don't just sit there in the dirt, Knight Horth. Time to work out those saddle sores.”
Finngyr paid no more heed to Horth and took in the surrounding landscape to find the best place to make his stand. There was no need to charge into this fight, it would come to him. Had he trusted Horth more, he would have gone back to back with him; as it was, he liked his odds on his own.
He found a relatively flat space near the outer edge of the plateau, with little to no rocks to trip him up, but close enough to the edge to have a height advantage over those who came at him from below. As if to prove he had chosen well, a clawed hand slapped against stone, not a pace away from him, the ugly brute attached to it rising into view a moment later. Finngyr's steel-capped boot caught it below the jaw, s
