Chapitre 322: The Worth of a Man - Part 4

The man stepped aside regardless. Jok was a slim youth, but none of them doubted his strength. They'd seen him spar with Kursak and Gorm on more than one occasion.

He pressed through more ranks of men, heading to where the fight was thickest, that gap that had been plunged into his shields, two rows deep, where nearly twenty men had gathered.

He forced the last man out of the way, and he swung his steel, cleaving a woman in two.

There was a change in the air as he landed his attack. He felt it, they felt it. He grabbed the corpse of the woman that he'd just killed, and easily severed their head. He held it up to them, as blood ran down his fingers. His gaze was unflinching. He stared all of them down – even those eyes that he couldn't see, that still dwelled in the shadows, waiting for their opportunity.