Lost Heart (W.I.P)

"Óden er með okkur bræðrum! við skulum kalla blóðmánann til að heimsækja okkur í nótt þegar við drepum þá sem þora að andmæla okkur!" you heard the tongue of Icelandic, from what seemed to be a viking wielding a large two handed axe, it's twin heads shining the moonlight into your eyes as you can see it's shimmer throughout what seemed like a never ending darkness. blood spilled and splattered across your face as you saw a head rolling just below your feet, your hands covered in blood and full with a sword stained with the crimson substance, and your off hand you see a shield, big enough to cover your torso as a arrow is let loose and digs itself into the center of your shield, snapping you into focus as your stuck in confusion you wanted to scream but you couldn't muster a voice, what looked to be the commander and who felt familiar to you shouted to you in the tongue of Icelandic once more "Við skulum slátra þessum svínum eins og þau hafa okkur! við skulum sýna þeim hver hefur í raun meira vald eða til Ásgarðs munum við ganga inn! HLAÐA!" you felt a rush of adrenaline through your veins, and instinctively roar out with your commander as he howled for you to charge towards the enemy lines. You charge, slicing and deflecting blows as you can feel each blow from the enemy's sword hitting your shield and vibrating you as if you just got hit with the force of a semi-truck, you fight your way slaughtering as many as you could.. but it soon is to all for nothing as a archer let loose another arrow and it landed straight into your forehead. you recoil from the sheer force as you cry in pain, before it all goes black and your vision becomes nothing.