Heat of the desert around him met with burns like fire at his heels each time one of these blue, bear-sized beasts struck him. Adrenaline fueled the yearling but even in this, he felt his head spinning. The oppressive heat heavy as hell on the norseman.

He swung wildly, stumbling, frothing in his rage and at last he would seize the throat of one of these creatures which hissed and cursed in some unknown tongue from his heinous, unrecognizable face. And then it fell to sand.

It was in this moment, between confusion and unrelenting anger did he hear the bellow of Abaddon. Yes, more! And so the barbarian hunted down another.