Battle Born

The Centerfold On Frost Field. As I lay on my back dying I heard the cry for help. With the last of my endurance I stand on my feet. Valiantly I break ground! As I grasp my axes within twain of my hands. Though exasperated, I release my mournful cry! With my last aggression, I let loose my inner berserker! To bastion, for glory, for thy honor, for thy blood, for thy bonds! Feet thunderous as I break earth upon each step! As I run my breath hits the frozen air, like lava melting even frozen fear! Valiantly my body adapts, with the fortitude of the gods. Volatile is my mind as I rush into fighting the fowl fiends! Alone I stand against the devastating foes! With the tenacity of the witcher I fight against their enemies! With blood, sweat, grit, and tears, I shred them to bits! One by one they befall my feet, in thy raven's eyes they feed. Only by Valkyrie's hand on frostfield, may I be saved! With my battle born cry I continue to slay! ~ Benjamin Luke Aguas.