[Eyvind Redbeard]

The sound of falling rocks alerted Eyvind that a heavy weight was attached to the rope and would pull him forward to the shadows where Teig and Jard'en probably waited for him. The Vagaran tried to hold the rope for a brief second but when the sound of feet falling behind him was heard he promptly let it go and turned to the Shield Daekin, his right directed to the man's neck, prepared to hold a grip on it. The Drill Instructor would see his feet raised from the ground under them seconds after his neck was caught.

One had been caught. Where was the second? The Daekin was thrilled with this game, it had been months since he had gone for a hunt and his primal instincts were returning. Just like when he had taken the wolf pack in the frosty Hinterlands. That Brightening he had been beaten by a superior hunter, this Brightening he dared the others to challange him to achieve the same.

"I suppose this counts as a scored point, Shield Daekin."

And he let the man fall on the ground, being careful enough to avoid a fall that could hurt the man.

"Stay here...it's Teig's turn now..."

And Eyvind walked into the shadows.