between he and the warrior they are assured. where her paws press, his own did a second later; they whirled with each blow and stamp of the terrified creature. a slicing blow upon his elbow, teeth gritting as blood welled.
but seutonius did not give up the fight. he grew stronger with his blows, more evasive by sidestep, seeking to warp and weary the animal long enough for gjalla's blow.
and indeed, what a fine one it would be, he thought with joyous heart.

