The Last Battle part 2:
"You!" murmured the Shade Captain, pointing the thralls positioned at the front ranks"Kill the Norse!"
Heltor, clutching his sword as tight as he can, watched the undead surround his front. Golen, the norse captain whistled to learn if Heltor needed any help. Heltor whistled back, waving his hand, signaşing that he can take them alone.
The small pitched battle with the thrall was a devastating one: The first thrall, with a large slash, attacked at Heltor, who escaped it and cleaved the zombie in half. The second one suffered the same fate as he couldnt escape Heltor's blow and was cleaved right after his reckless swing. The third one, was more careful compared to these two; he approached his opponent slowly, holding the shaft carefully with his rotten fingers to block an unexpected attack, he met with a shocking slash to the head section. The uncanny reflex of him saved his head; but his shaft was broken. Wİth a snake like speed, Heltor charged the thralll with another blow to the head section. Thrall was too late to defend! The blow hacked his head in two, causing his worm infested brains to spill to the ground.
" İs this all you can do? Damn your eyes!" sweared Heltor as the fourth and fifth thrall rushed him. With a quick maneuver, he strafed right and eluded the two rushing thralls. With two quick strokes, they were too finished...
"ENOUGH!" shouted the gigantic Shade, shattering the ground. " Souless! TO THE HİLLS!"
