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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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"Discussion is an exchange of knowledge; Argument is an exchange of ignorance"
-Robert Quillen
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Sigrid ducks under Alduins punch and brings her arms up in a block as he swings at her again.
She grabs his arm and brings her knee into his hard stomach knocking him back.
Alduin runs at her as she runs at a wall and runs up it pushing herself off as she wraps her legs around his head, swinging her body around and handstanding, fliping Alduin over her back as she moves back to her feet letting his head go as he falls.
"How did you learn that, no one fights like that", Alduin says, "I'm me Alduin", Sigrid chuckles as she helps the elder dragon up.
"I like to find ways to fight that is unexpected", "clearly", the dragon mutters.
Sigrid sighs, "go to her", Sigrid asks.
Alduin sighs and runs his hand through his longish hair, "not yet, I will soon just not yet", he says his mind moving back to Daenerys.
Sigrid pats his back, "lets break".
Alduin nods and they head off to go eat something.
"What do you think is going to happen next?", Sigrid asks as they sit down with their food in front of them.
"Anything could happen", he states, she hums and turns her head as Jon walks into the hall, looking stressed.
Sigrid turns in her seat watching as Jon sits in his chair.
"Whats happening Snowflake?", she asks, "there will be a meeting here", the female nods and the two creatures stand, taking their food away.
"I want every northern maester to scour their records for any mention of Dragonglass, Dragonglass kills white walkers, its more valuable to us now than gold, we need to find it, we need to mine it, we need to make weapons from it, everyone aged 10 to 60 will drill daily with spears, pikes, bow an arrow", Jon commands.
"Its about time we taught these boys of summer how to fight", Manderly says.
"Not just the boys", Jon states, "we can't defend the North if only half the population is fighting".
"You expect me to put a spear in my granddaughters hand?", Glover asks.
Sigrid and Lyanna make eye contact, both thinking the exact same thing.
