Those near and fighting, to the uproarious first hit, halted their brawl and cheers. Immediately falling silent, for the man known for his strength in their lands had stood before the problematic savage, willing to grant his persistent provocation a definite end.
“… the Head will fight him?”
“Yngve... What’s he doing…?”
“… brother…” — Lowering his weapon, Auflulk perceived the inminent dread his family was to suffer. Giving a step forward in instinctive protection… yet being stopped by the hand of Kir.
“Wait and see how it goes.” — The Constable said, also concerned. — “Maybe he won’t die.”
“He will.” — Vinka said, coming closer. — “… Aslak’s seeing him as prey. Look... That’s an enraged Jazhara... Yngve's not even prey anymore.”
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“… You wish for I to not inform thee husband of this visit?”