GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Huzzah! At last Harbringr had made it to the Battlefield. He sat down in a nice grassy patch to catch his breath and limber up before he called for an opponent. It was a beautiful day out. The sky was a crisp clear blue though mounds of white clouds were building on the horizon, growing into mountains. The still seemed to be a ways off yet so maybe he could get a fight or two in before a storm hit. That would really put a damper on things. Although he supposed he needed to be prepared to fight in all types of weather, inclement or otherwise.
Harbringr stood and started walking until he found a nice clear field that would make a suitable arena. Tipping back his head he howled for a challenger.
