Abstract:
The Squire Schwartz was mad with blood lust; he scooped up Finian’s sword and attacked, now a sword in each hand. He struck with such fury that he drove into the mob and killed seven before his left arm was lopped off at the elbow. His blood pumped out in a red hot stream. As death tightened its grip upon him. Madness took him and still he fought on. He sprayed his own blood in the faces of his foes, blinding them, while chopping them down screaming “Ironwolf!” Madness and adrenaline would only take him so far and then death took him as the hammer of the Overlord fell heavy on his shining helm.