In a whirling blur of blood and rage Sigmarr couldn't even allow himself to think or hesitate until he felt his opponent collapse. Removing his jaws from the gaping, violent wound in the woman's side he turned to peer down at her, gibberish seeping from her mouth as her last breath left her, the light in her eyes going dim. AerndÃs Thyre was dead. Sigmarr grimaced, suddenly aware of the taste of her blood in his mouth, he shook his head, retching for a moment before he regained his composer. "Good riddance." Panting and wincing he turned to Sindri. "You ok?"
Sigmarr wanted to say something else, to ask her a question but he decided it could wait. They were finally free and maybe now with this monster's shadow locked firmly away in the past they could finally move on and maybe she could find it in her heart to forgive him. Sigmarr gazed around the battle field and Ebony's total victory. Arcanum or Saviree was sent scattering to the wind. Lightly he wondered if the following generations would remember this battle, would they sing songs of him and his family in the years to come or would this all simply fade as most memories and stories had? Looking to his siblings he spoke, "I think it's safe to say we've won. Let's go home. Together."
