All that shines isn't Ice
The warrior huffed as he kept his shield raised. The sound and sight of battle all around him, Freljordans clashing with terrible Ice monsters, screams and roars and blood.
What a weird twist of fate this was...
Just a few minutes ago, he was the one surrounded by the Freljordans. The blacksmith had arrived to the northern lands to study true ice and its properties, hoping to learn more about the properties of the material in the making of arms and armor.
But, most of it is to be found in the lands of Winter's Claw, and his travels brought him from village to village...
Until right after exiting one of them, he was chased down by a group of warriors, led by a strong woman on top of a Boar. He run, recognising her by description alone, until he was cornered on the back of the cliff.
But as he got ready to defend himself, they ambushers became the ambushed, and a number of Ice-formed creatures emerged from the snow, brandishing weapons of frost and their huge size. It quickly became a brawl, friend and foe forgotten in the face of the monsters.
"Watch out!", the golden horned man screamed as one of the creatured attacked the boar rider from behind, and he leaped to tackle it with his shield. Felling it to the ground, he striked it with his hammer once, but the second attack was fend off.
They were really, really strong.
Still, he used his weight to keep himself on top of it, bashing it continuously with shield and hammer alike, trying to at least keep it occupied long enough.