You Will Come To Regret Saving HimOne musician takes a sword through the neck and gore splatters the snow. The blood steams briefly in the frosty night before the vapour dissipates along with the musician's life.
An enemy Goliath swings at Wagner's back and I put a burst through his head. The Goliath drops. Then my rifle goes click and I'm out of ammo.
“I'm out,” I call and throw my rifle in the snow. I pull my pistol and rack the slide.
One musician grunts something to Skallagrim as he grinds swords with his opponent. It's man against man, and an artist is no match for a seasoned fighter. The enemy Goliath forces the tip of his sword closer and closer to the musician's eye. Skallagrim stumbles through the deep snow to reach them, but he won't make it there in time.
I fire three quick
