See You In ValhallaRivera was brave, but also an i***t.
What did he think he could do against a Goliath?
Finn kneels panting on the floor before Eirik's blade. Blood froths through his broken nose with every breath. He's done. He grunts, accepting his fate.
Eirik raises the sword above his head, both hands around the hilt.
Ah, the Falcon. Famously bad move.
But even with that silly opening, there's no way I can get to Finn in time.
Then something stops Eirik. He flinches, and a deep shudder goes through his body. If it's the old Eirik fighting for control, or if the priest disrupted some control mechanism, I don't know, and I don't give a f**k either way.
I stretch from under the dead priest and close my fingertips around the pommel of Skallagrim's sword.
“Finn!”
I push it awkward
