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[Funkmachine7]

We waited for what seemed like an age in that cold dark cave, standing with ever muscle tense as our breath fogged the air.

Then the first of the ihmissyöjä entered the cave, three of them standing side by side, each with short flint tipped spears in there hands.
They were short men, the tallest of them barely came up to shoulders, and they were of slight build, narrow shouldered, Iarrarl towered over them, as if they were children.

I wished then more than any time in my life, that i still had my panoply, i wanted it all, the helm that rustled up my hair, the breastplate that drooped my shoulders and the shield that knocked on my knees.

But i didn’t, all i had was my spatha that was it, just 36 inchs of sharpened steel.
Still it was a better blade than any of our attackers welded.

Iarrarl darted forwards swinging her axe in a sweeping figure of eight.
As i stepped back from a jaggered stone point, Iarrarl’s axe found its home as it landed deep in the attackers skull, scattering gore as it spilt the man head in twain.

Hacking a half a score of fingers from my foes hand, i moved in closer with a sweep to the belly, spilling out viscera as my spatha opened up a wide crimson smile.

I turned as the last of the ihmissyöjä drove his spear in to Iarrarl.

She recoiled back for a step as a stunned look downed on the ihmissyöjä’s face.

Iarrarl had gaped the spear with one hand, the blade mere inches from her heart.
With iron hewn muscles she forced the spear back, the full weight of her attacker was pushed aside.

Casting the spear in the darkness, she rose over him like some kind of gigantic amazon.

With both hands she cast him out of the cave, as if he was a rag doll.
In quick succession the others where hurled out of the cave.
The sound of butchery echoed from outside for a tense hand full of minutes.

When we left the cave, all sign of the ihmissyöjä was gone, save for a glistening crimson patch.

The next evening we arrived the end of Iarrarl’s journey.
It was a small settlement, little more at two dozen round hut, made for the local gray stone.
They where sat on a small mound jutting out into the cold gray sea.

Who should i draw some art of?
Valius Marinus or Veiakere?