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REWRITING
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Sálardauði - Soul Death (Icelandic)
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And my heart was pumping, chest was screaming
Mind was running, nose was bleeding
Put my hands up, put my hands up
I told this k...
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"Don't let it break you, no matter how hard it gets"
-Unknown
This got taken in the wrong context when I read it over the second time XD
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Sigrid crouches, her body pressed against the snow as she and Floki watch the mutineers, both with swords in their hands.
Sigrid looks to Floki who nods, both sneaking around and staying clear of the hut on the west side that the hounds were held in.
Sigrid and Floki could tell the men were all pretty drunk.
The woman easily spots Rast taking a woman out into the forest, muttering things she couldn't quite hear but it was clear to her they were complaints.
Floki and Sigrid slowly push themselves up and sneak back into the forest, heading back to the groups small camp.
Sigrid is the first to enter and is instantly pushed into a tree a sword to her throat.
"Woah there, sorry for startling you Snowflake", Sigrid teases, some of the men chuckling.
"You've got to stop doing that", he sighs, "can't, its fun", she shrugs.
"Ten lads still there all drunk to hell, doing whatever to the lasses, hounds in the hut to the west side and well this will be an easy job if we attack now, easier if they're asleep", Sigrid informs, Jon nods and the men listen.
"We attack later when most of them are asleep", Jon decides.
The men nod and Sigrid moves to a spot where her coat was sitting, her back against a tree while Floki sits by the fire with Grenn.
Jon sits next to Sigrid and offers her ale which she declines with a small shake of her head.
"Are you alright?", Jon asks, "have to be", Sigrid answers, "why's that", "there's a war ahead of us, not just one but two, one against Mance and the Realm against the Wights", Sigrid says with a quiet chuckle.
Jon nods and looks off into the distance while Sigrid lays her head black closing her eyes.
Jon turns his head to watch her and eventually, her breathing evens out.
"To Arms!", a man yells as he spots the group.
Sigrid brings her shield up and swings her sword cutting a mans head clean off before blocking another attack, killing them.
