Erik sharpened his weapons. The ancestral axe, despite it age, kept a decent edege, but it was really the heavy weight that allowed its blows to crush armour into the flesh underneath it. Could it crush through the metal skin of the cylon monsters? He didn't know, but it might be worth trying. If he got the chance. There were so many of them and their sympathisers that they might overwhelm him before nightfall.
Then there was his recent trophy. The sword of the samurai. He smiled grimly as he remembered the Banzai charge. They were in his ancestry too. It was really sharp. There was still a notch in the blade of his axe where he had parried it but the sword showed not the slightest break in the smooth curve of its sharp edge. Would it be enough to slice through the extraterrestrial armor of the cylons? Would he last to nightfall anyway?
There wasn't really any choice in the matter. There could only be one way for Erik Magnusson to die. Fighting in the midst of a swarm of his enemies. He only hoped he would get a chance to take some of them with him.
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Then there was his recent trophy. The sword of the samurai. He smiled grimly as he remembered the Banzai charge. They were in his ancestry too. It was really sharp. There was still a notch in the blade of his axe where he had parried it but the sword showed not the slightest break in the smooth curve of its sharp edge. Would it be enough to slice through the extraterrestrial armor of the cylons? Would he last to nightfall anyway?
There wasn't really any choice in the matter. There could only be one way for Erik Magnusson to die. Fighting in the midst of a swarm of his enemies. He only hoped he would get a chance to take some of them with him.
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