Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140616200842/@comment-24942837-20140707133901

Sturkas quickly turned around to the massive THWOOP!!! of Kettil's axe. Armstark and Gryfling looked up to see a head rolling towards them. Kettil stood, smiling like the psychopath he was. Gryfling, shocked to see his brother did this, ran out of the cave, dodging Valkyrie and anyone who tried killing him, screaming, "FARVILD! I KNEW YOU WERE RIGHT!" That left Armstark.

Eltrygg said to his comrades, "Well, it appears this is it." Amora and the scrawny werewolf, who was named Lucas, nodded in agreement. Jenkins, on the other hand, had stayed silent with Samuel. The Shapeshifter said, "There were four. Now there's two. Hold your horses, the brothers are about to start fighting. Either way, we've won if we stay silent. If Kettle-face wins, then we can sneak p on him. If Armstark wins, we could have Lucas kill him." The werewolf growled.

But fight they did. It was long and hard, but in the end, bruised, bleeding, Kettil lay dead. The only way this had happened was when the two were fighting, There was a noose hanging beside them. Kettil meant to jump and decapitate him, but by some luck (And Samuel's Magic) the noose wrapped around the savage Cave-Bear, killing him slowly and painfully. Armstark yelled, "I AM THE VICTOR!"