After parting ways with the king, Gedhe led his soldiers through the forest, their movements resembled a pack of wolves navigating through the trees and leaving deep footprints in the piled snow. Within minutes, they could already see the silhouettes of their enemies through the gaps in the foliage.
"Brothers!"- Gedhe's voice echoed, the cold wind hitting against his bare chest as the Tribal Tattoo of a wolf on his back gleamed in red, strengthening his muscles and sharpening his senses, his reaction time skyrocketing - "It's time to send offerings to our ancestors!"
With lightning speed, Gedhe's back arched as he hurled the massive axe in his hands toward an enemy lurking near the trees, the weapon spinning rapidly like a wood chip. The axe sliced through the gaps in the foliage, finding its mark in the target's skull. The enemy staggered for a moment before collapsing lifelessly to the frozen ground, eyes wide open in a fierce gaze that still carried a will to fight.
