Small Realities

Inside the mind of Lance Schonberg

Thorvald’s Wyrd 080

Two quick steps brought Thorvald almost behind his failing foe and took him well beyond the other’s reach.  With both hands, he raised the sword over his head and drove the point as far up into the creature’s spine as his strength would allow.

God-forged steel tore into muscle and bone; the giant arched its back for a moment, mouth gaping in a silent scream, then tilted and fell over, jerking the sword from Thorvald’s grasp as he scrambled to escape being crushed.

The impact rippled through the ice underfoot and in that moment the whole world seemed to tremble.

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