no fear of death, he's unshakeable

Dust kicked up behind him as his paws slid back in the dirt. Just as he began to charge forward again, Vidarr's call rang out, distracting Brida. He grinned, too. But only because he had a wide open shot when Brida stopped to listen. He managed to headbutt her right in the stomach, causing her to double over as he bounced away. "Distraction is a surefire way to lose yer head!" He advised as he readjusted his gear. He rolled his eyes when Brida stated the obvious, "Ah heard 'im, bu' you still need te focus!" The call had been hard to miss, but he was just as eager as she was to see who their next target would be.

"Come, Knut!" He raced after Brida, his Norwegian forest cat close behind as the trio made their way to where Vidarr had called the raiders to gather. Brida had been doing well in training, but when it came to the real deal, she still had much to improve. It was one thing sparring against someone you were familiar with. Another when it was against someone who had something to lose, or something to protect. He arrived with a hearty laugh as he joined the others, taking a seat with Brida and Knut. "Aye! Who gets a taste o' Gimli!"